歌曲 | Que Sera |
歌手 | Chris Rea |
专辑 | Dancing with Strangers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
There's a feathered cloud in an open sky | |
And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by | |
This old engine housing's streaked with rain | |
And we're pushing down on them chains again | |
Friend we're like the wind that blows | |
Like the sea we come and go | |
And i'm not trying to tell you | |
How i think that it should be | |
I know deep down inside | |
We are yearning to be free | |
And you're only gonna think of no 1 | |
So what am i to say | |
No matter what you do | |
We're always hurting anyway | |
Forever our hearts will be | |
Always running for what we see | |
By the strings of this old guitar | |
I swear, que sera | |
And you're rolling down old runway ten | |
And the present becomes the past and then | |
Rotating through the driving rain | |
And you're way above those clouds again | |
And i'm not trying to tell you | |
How i think that it should be | |
I know deep down inside | |
We are yearning to be free | |
And you're only gonna think of no 1 | |
So what am i to say | |
No matter what you do | |
We're always hurting anyway | |
Forever our hearts will be | |
Always running for what we see | |
By the strings of this old guitar | |
I swear, que sera |
There' s a feathered cloud in an open sky | |
And the paletailed moon goes sailing by | |
This old engine housing' s streaked with rain | |
And we' re pushing down on them chains again | |
Friend we' re like the wind that blows | |
Like the sea we come and go | |
And i' m not trying to tell you | |
How i think that it should be | |
I know deep down inside | |
We are yearning to be free | |
And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
So what am i to say | |
No matter what you do | |
We' re always hurting anyway | |
Forever our hearts will be | |
Always running for what we see | |
By the strings of this old guitar | |
I swear, que sera | |
And you' re rolling down old runway ten | |
And the present becomes the past and then | |
Rotating through the driving rain | |
And you' re way above those clouds again | |
And i' m not trying to tell you | |
How i think that it should be | |
I know deep down inside | |
We are yearning to be free | |
And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
So what am i to say | |
No matter what you do | |
We' re always hurting anyway | |
Forever our hearts will be | |
Always running for what we see | |
By the strings of this old guitar | |
I swear, que sera |
There' s a feathered cloud in an open sky | |
And the paletailed moon goes sailing by | |
This old engine housing' s streaked with rain | |
And we' re pushing down on them chains again | |
Friend we' re like the wind that blows | |
Like the sea we come and go | |
And i' m not trying to tell you | |
How i think that it should be | |
I know deep down inside | |
We are yearning to be free | |
And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
So what am i to say | |
No matter what you do | |
We' re always hurting anyway | |
Forever our hearts will be | |
Always running for what we see | |
By the strings of this old guitar | |
I swear, que sera | |
And you' re rolling down old runway ten | |
And the present becomes the past and then | |
Rotating through the driving rain | |
And you' re way above those clouds again | |
And i' m not trying to tell you | |
How i think that it should be | |
I know deep down inside | |
We are yearning to be free | |
And you' re only gonna think of no 1 | |
So what am i to say | |
No matter what you do | |
We' re always hurting anyway | |
Forever our hearts will be | |
Always running for what we see | |
By the strings of this old guitar | |
I swear, que sera |