| 歌曲 | Drowned Man |
| 歌手 | The Pretty Things |
| 专辑 | Savage Eye |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : May/Tolson | |
| Out in the street it's gently raining | |
| It's like dancing on glass | |
| You and your razor blade assistant | |
| Carved the lies right from the past | |
| But they offered you such miracles | |
| You who have been handling straws | |
| Soon you're deafened by the decibels | |
| Then you're swallowed by the applause | |
| Give'em, take'em, paint a face and I | |
| Live'em, make'em, make'em laugh and cry | |
| I am waiting here, your memory still holds | |
| I am waiting here, but I'm growing so cold | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Now he plays all his days with the master | |
| All the nameless, motherless, helpless | |
| Crouching figures in the park | |
| Warm to songs that sing of freedom | |
| Then with loneliness they dance | |
| Long ago there was a friendship | |
| Now there's wreckage on some greek beach | |
| Down at the gate they still remember | |
| It's in the diaries they keep | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Now he plays all his days with the master |
| zuo qu : May Tolson | |
| Out in the street it' s gently raining | |
| It' s like dancing on glass | |
| You and your razor blade assistant | |
| Carved the lies right from the past | |
| But they offered you such miracles | |
| You who have been handling straws | |
| Soon you' re deafened by the decibels | |
| Then you' re swallowed by the applause | |
| Give' em, take' em, paint a face and I | |
| Live' em, make' em, make' em laugh and cry | |
| I am waiting here, your memory still holds | |
| I am waiting here, but I' m growing so cold | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Hope they get, hope he had, what they' re after | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Now he plays all his days with the master | |
| All the nameless, motherless, helpless | |
| Crouching figures in the park | |
| Warm to songs that sing of freedom | |
| Then with loneliness they dance | |
| Long ago there was a friendship | |
| Now there' s wreckage on some greek beach | |
| Down at the gate they still remember | |
| It' s in the diaries they keep | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Hope they get, hope he had, what they' re after | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Now he plays all his days with the master |
| zuò qǔ : May Tolson | |
| Out in the street it' s gently raining | |
| It' s like dancing on glass | |
| You and your razor blade assistant | |
| Carved the lies right from the past | |
| But they offered you such miracles | |
| You who have been handling straws | |
| Soon you' re deafened by the decibels | |
| Then you' re swallowed by the applause | |
| Give' em, take' em, paint a face and I | |
| Live' em, make' em, make' em laugh and cry | |
| I am waiting here, your memory still holds | |
| I am waiting here, but I' m growing so cold | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Hope they get, hope he had, what they' re after | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Now he plays all his days with the master | |
| All the nameless, motherless, helpless | |
| Crouching figures in the park | |
| Warm to songs that sing of freedom | |
| Then with loneliness they dance | |
| Long ago there was a friendship | |
| Now there' s wreckage on some greek beach | |
| Down at the gate they still remember | |
| It' s in the diaries they keep | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Hope they get, hope he had, what they' re after | |
| Take what you need | |
| Give the rest back | |
| Give it to the drowned man beneath the water | |
| He was a friend, till they stole him back | |
| Now he plays all his days with the master |