歌曲 | Curse of the Traveller |
歌手 | Chris Rea |
专辑 | Dancing with Strangers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rea | |
On the restless road to nowhere | |
There's no certain peace it seems | |
Desire to keep on moving | |
Till the river of dreams | |
Is it just because someone told you | |
Is it just because you found | |
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around | |
When allegiance asks the questions | |
Old freedom twists and turns | |
And chokes on codes of honour | |
On the sword of no return | |
And it's the curse of the traveller | |
The curse of the traveller | |
Got a hold of me | |
And it won't let you be | |
And in sleepless nights | |
You'll call her name | |
And feel loneliness cold to the bone | |
And when the daylight breaks | |
This old tired heart aches | |
To be such a long way, such a long way from home | |
And you long for the harbourlights | |
But you'll never be free | |
Of the craving for refuge | |
And the call of the sea | |
Always wanting to sell up | |
But always needing to buy | |
So till the road leads to somewhere | |
And that river runs dry | |
It's the curse of the traveller | |
Ain't gonna let you be | |
The curse of the traveller | |
And it sure got a hold of me |
zuo ci : Rea | |
On the restless road to nowhere | |
There' s no certain peace it seems | |
Desire to keep on moving | |
Till the river of dreams | |
Is it just because someone told you | |
Is it just because you found | |
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around | |
When allegiance asks the questions | |
Old freedom twists and turns | |
And chokes on codes of honour | |
On the sword of no return | |
And it' s the curse of the traveller | |
The curse of the traveller | |
Got a hold of me | |
And it won' t let you be | |
And in sleepless nights | |
You' ll call her name | |
And feel loneliness cold to the bone | |
And when the daylight breaks | |
This old tired heart aches | |
To be such a long way, such a long way from home | |
And you long for the harbourlights | |
But you' ll never be free | |
Of the craving for refuge | |
And the call of the sea | |
Always wanting to sell up | |
But always needing to buy | |
So till the road leads to somewhere | |
And that river runs dry | |
It' s the curse of the traveller | |
Ain' t gonna let you be | |
The curse of the traveller | |
And it sure got a hold of me |
zuò cí : Rea | |
On the restless road to nowhere | |
There' s no certain peace it seems | |
Desire to keep on moving | |
Till the river of dreams | |
Is it just because someone told you | |
Is it just because you found | |
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around | |
When allegiance asks the questions | |
Old freedom twists and turns | |
And chokes on codes of honour | |
On the sword of no return | |
And it' s the curse of the traveller | |
The curse of the traveller | |
Got a hold of me | |
And it won' t let you be | |
And in sleepless nights | |
You' ll call her name | |
And feel loneliness cold to the bone | |
And when the daylight breaks | |
This old tired heart aches | |
To be such a long way, such a long way from home | |
And you long for the harbourlights | |
But you' ll never be free | |
Of the craving for refuge | |
And the call of the sea | |
Always wanting to sell up | |
But always needing to buy | |
So till the road leads to somewhere | |
And that river runs dry | |
It' s the curse of the traveller | |
Ain' t gonna let you be | |
The curse of the traveller | |
And it sure got a hold of me |