歌曲 | Yellow Room |
歌手 | Meg Hutchinson |
专辑 | Beyond That |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I gave my ticket to the man, found my seat and I held on with both hands | |
Nothing but amusement that was my plan | |
Flung out to the emptiness to the billion stars | |
And every cell rose to greet them in that dark | |
The earth so simple from so far away, forgotten in the field after the children played | |
Their games of war, in the name of God their search for more | |
How strange it seemed, suddenly stranger than my dream | |
Just enough water, just enough light | |
The impossible chance at making life | |
From jawless fish and flightless birds to opposable thumbs what a miracle | |
Opposable thumbs, what a miracle | |
Woke in a yellow room, on a city street | |
The noise of the morning, the rush and the heat | |
Not too sad not too happy, not missing anything, desire-less and free for a moment | |
Clock radio breaking the still, with a new death toll | |
Could this be the place I saw from space it kinda sounds like hell | |
With our games of war, blood of the earth leaking out like oil | |
How strange it seemed, suddenly stranger than my dream | |
Just enough water …. | |
And even more amazing, yeah even more amazing, | |
Love |
I gave my ticket to the man, found my seat and I held on with both hands | |
Nothing but amusement that was my plan | |
Flung out to the emptiness to the billion stars | |
And every cell rose to greet them in that dark | |
The earth so simple from so far away, forgotten in the field after the children played | |
Their games of war, in the name of God their search for more | |
How strange it seemed, suddenly stranger than my dream | |
Just enough water, just enough light | |
The impossible chance at making life | |
From jawless fish and flightless birds to opposable thumbs what a miracle | |
Opposable thumbs, what a miracle | |
Woke in a yellow room, on a city street | |
The noise of the morning, the rush and the heat | |
Not too sad not too happy, not missing anything, desireless and free for a moment | |
Clock radio breaking the still, with a new death toll | |
Could this be the place I saw from space it kinda sounds like hell | |
With our games of war, blood of the earth leaking out like oil | |
How strange it seemed, suddenly stranger than my dream | |
Just enough water . | |
And even more amazing, yeah even more amazing, | |
Love |
I gave my ticket to the man, found my seat and I held on with both hands | |
Nothing but amusement that was my plan | |
Flung out to the emptiness to the billion stars | |
And every cell rose to greet them in that dark | |
The earth so simple from so far away, forgotten in the field after the children played | |
Their games of war, in the name of God their search for more | |
How strange it seemed, suddenly stranger than my dream | |
Just enough water, just enough light | |
The impossible chance at making life | |
From jawless fish and flightless birds to opposable thumbs what a miracle | |
Opposable thumbs, what a miracle | |
Woke in a yellow room, on a city street | |
The noise of the morning, the rush and the heat | |
Not too sad not too happy, not missing anything, desireless and free for a moment | |
Clock radio breaking the still, with a new death toll | |
Could this be the place I saw from space it kinda sounds like hell | |
With our games of war, blood of the earth leaking out like oil | |
How strange it seemed, suddenly stranger than my dream | |
Just enough water . | |
And even more amazing, yeah even more amazing, | |
Love |