歌曲 | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
歌手 | David & the Citizens |
专辑 | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fridlund | |
1st of May sister- put that record on | |
and dance thru the rooms | |
of the house of your dreams | |
there's not much 'round here that's half | |
as pretty as it seems | |
but it gets bigger | |
and it gets better | |
so put that record on and dance until | |
the sadness is gone | |
and they say sister | |
they say all is fine | |
truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine | |
fine | |
fine | |
well here's the laughter | |
and here's the sore throat | |
and here's another one of the only kind | |
that will ever grow here | |
and the air is full of... | |
mark my words and sleep | |
- the air holds nothing | |
so ten years of falling down is nothing, now? | |
ten years of feeling sick is nothing? | |
Well I spy an eye for an eye and | |
a tooth for a tooth in you | |
and I spy clear skies all over | |
and I spy a life repeating itself in you | |
so he might say "- I remember a feverish night | |
when she would cling to the walls | |
and talk like a child | |
and that car travel under the beautiful sky | |
that car travel into the longest of nights | |
and the air was full of | |
poisoned words | |
and the record's broken | |
and as I walk through every room of my life, | |
thinking I can never take the edge of anything | |
and shape it to a perfect ball | |
and let it roll down the hall | |
to knock all this shit out of my way, | |
the sun brakes thru, | |
the sun brakes thru | |
and I see you/Isee you like always | |
like every day | |
and still I dance thru the rooms | |
of the house of my dreams | |
nothing 'round here is | |
half as pretty as it seems | |
and it won't get bigger | |
it won't get better | |
but put that record on and dance with me | |
Until the Sadness Is Gone |
zuo qu : Fridlund | |
1st of May sister put that record on | |
and dance thru the rooms | |
of the house of your dreams | |
there' s not much ' round here that' s half | |
as pretty as it seems | |
but it gets bigger | |
and it gets better | |
so put that record on and dance until | |
the sadness is gone | |
and they say sister | |
they say all is fine | |
truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine | |
fine | |
fine | |
well here' s the laughter | |
and here' s the sore throat | |
and here' s another one of the only kind | |
that will ever grow here | |
and the air is full of... | |
mark my words and sleep | |
the air holds nothing | |
so ten years of falling down is nothing, now? | |
ten years of feeling sick is nothing? | |
Well I spy an eye for an eye and | |
a tooth for a tooth in you | |
and I spy clear skies all over | |
and I spy a life repeating itself in you | |
so he might say " I remember a feverish night | |
when she would cling to the walls | |
and talk like a child | |
and that car travel under the beautiful sky | |
that car travel into the longest of nights | |
and the air was full of | |
poisoned words | |
and the record' s broken | |
and as I walk through every room of my life, | |
thinking I can never take the edge of anything | |
and shape it to a perfect ball | |
and let it roll down the hall | |
to knock all this shit out of my way, | |
the sun brakes thru, | |
the sun brakes thru | |
and I see you Isee you like always | |
like every day | |
and still I dance thru the rooms | |
of the house of my dreams | |
nothing ' round here is | |
half as pretty as it seems | |
and it won' t get bigger | |
it won' t get better | |
but put that record on and dance with me | |
Until the Sadness Is Gone |
zuò qǔ : Fridlund | |
1st of May sister put that record on | |
and dance thru the rooms | |
of the house of your dreams | |
there' s not much ' round here that' s half | |
as pretty as it seems | |
but it gets bigger | |
and it gets better | |
so put that record on and dance until | |
the sadness is gone | |
and they say sister | |
they say all is fine | |
truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine | |
fine | |
fine | |
well here' s the laughter | |
and here' s the sore throat | |
and here' s another one of the only kind | |
that will ever grow here | |
and the air is full of... | |
mark my words and sleep | |
the air holds nothing | |
so ten years of falling down is nothing, now? | |
ten years of feeling sick is nothing? | |
Well I spy an eye for an eye and | |
a tooth for a tooth in you | |
and I spy clear skies all over | |
and I spy a life repeating itself in you | |
so he might say " I remember a feverish night | |
when she would cling to the walls | |
and talk like a child | |
and that car travel under the beautiful sky | |
that car travel into the longest of nights | |
and the air was full of | |
poisoned words | |
and the record' s broken | |
and as I walk through every room of my life, | |
thinking I can never take the edge of anything | |
and shape it to a perfect ball | |
and let it roll down the hall | |
to knock all this shit out of my way, | |
the sun brakes thru, | |
the sun brakes thru | |
and I see you Isee you like always | |
like every day | |
and still I dance thru the rooms | |
of the house of my dreams | |
nothing ' round here is | |
half as pretty as it seems | |
and it won' t get bigger | |
it won' t get better | |
but put that record on and dance with me | |
Until the Sadness Is Gone |