Last Days of the Century 歌词

	作词 : Stewart, White
	When the cock crows
	And the wind blows
	And the primrose of dawn
	Is at your windows
	Moving through the deep
	You chase dreams across your sleep
	Scarecrows, waiting at your door
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You said this is how it's meant to be
	Can't you feel it in the air
	See that light come shining down
	All the way to chinatown
	See it come from miles around
	Reflecting everywhere
	You wore black clothes
	You quoted shakespeare
	You still make me shake
	When you get this near
	You look like a still from
	Cecil B. De
	Mille When
	I saw you waiting at my door
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You say changes come so rapidly
	You can feel them in the air
	Whoever you pretend to be
	You must face yourself eventually
	In the last days of the century
	Who knows who we were
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You said this is how it's meant to be
	Can't you feel it in the air
	See that light come shining down
	All the way to chinatown
	See it shine from miles around
	Reflecting everywhere

	zuo ci : Stewart, White
	When the cock crows
	And the wind blows
	And the primrose of dawn
	Is at your windows
	Moving through the deep
	You chase dreams across your sleep
	Scarecrows, waiting at your door
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You said this is how it' s meant to be
	Can' t you feel it in the air
	See that light come shining down
	All the way to chinatown
	See it come from miles around
	Reflecting everywhere
	You wore black clothes
	You quoted shakespeare
	You still make me shake
	When you get this near
	You look like a still from
	Cecil B. De
	Mille When
	I saw you waiting at my door
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You say changes come so rapidly
	You can feel them in the air
	Whoever you pretend to be
	You must face yourself eventually
	In the last days of the century
	Who knows who we were
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You said this is how it' s meant to be
	Can' t you feel it in the air
	See that light come shining down
	All the way to chinatown
	See it shine from miles around
	Reflecting everywhere

	zuò cí : Stewart, White
	When the cock crows
	And the wind blows
	And the primrose of dawn
	Is at your windows
	Moving through the deep
	You chase dreams across your sleep
	Scarecrows, waiting at your door
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You said this is how it' s meant to be
	Can' t you feel it in the air
	See that light come shining down
	All the way to chinatown
	See it come from miles around
	Reflecting everywhere
	You wore black clothes
	You quoted shakespeare
	You still make me shake
	When you get this near
	You look like a still from
	Cecil B. De
	Mille When
	I saw you waiting at my door
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You say changes come so rapidly
	You can feel them in the air
	Whoever you pretend to be
	You must face yourself eventually
	In the last days of the century
	Who knows who we were
	In the last days of the century
	Leaning from your balcony
	You said this is how it' s meant to be
	Can' t you feel it in the air
	See that light come shining down
	All the way to chinatown
	See it shine from miles around
	Reflecting everywhere

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