歌曲 | The Night Is When You Can Not See |
歌手 | Castanets |
专辑 | In the Vines |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Raposa | |
We've gotta leave this town or leave this party | |
Just head out front. Get the car started. | |
Turn the radio loud. Drown all this drowning out. | |
We've gotta leave this party or leave this town. | |
They're lying, lying in bed | |
Just waiting on sleep | |
You'd be assaulted by | |
the one you couldn't keep | |
You wait just before the dawn. | |
You're dancin' with your dead friends | |
and a couple of crushes. | |
So slow and precious. | |
And I became, became something strange | |
Something ugly. Something slow. | |
But lord, I don't want to be | |
one of those kinds that doesn't know what kind they are | |
where the kind go | |
But the night has been so good, so good to me | |
The night is when, you cannot see |
zuo qu : Raposa | |
We' ve gotta leave this town or leave this party | |
Just head out front. Get the car started. | |
Turn the radio loud. Drown all this drowning out. | |
We' ve gotta leave this party or leave this town. | |
They' re lying, lying in bed | |
Just waiting on sleep | |
You' d be assaulted by | |
the one you couldn' t keep | |
You wait just before the dawn. | |
You' re dancin' with your dead friends | |
and a couple of crushes. | |
So slow and precious. | |
And I became, became something strange | |
Something ugly. Something slow. | |
But lord, I don' t want to be | |
one of those kinds that doesn' t know what kind they are | |
where the kind go | |
But the night has been so good, so good to me | |
The night is when, you cannot see |
zuò qǔ : Raposa | |
We' ve gotta leave this town or leave this party | |
Just head out front. Get the car started. | |
Turn the radio loud. Drown all this drowning out. | |
We' ve gotta leave this party or leave this town. | |
They' re lying, lying in bed | |
Just waiting on sleep | |
You' d be assaulted by | |
the one you couldn' t keep | |
You wait just before the dawn. | |
You' re dancin' with your dead friends | |
and a couple of crushes. | |
So slow and precious. | |
And I became, became something strange | |
Something ugly. Something slow. | |
But lord, I don' t want to be | |
one of those kinds that doesn' t know what kind they are | |
where the kind go | |
But the night has been so good, so good to me | |
The night is when, you cannot see |