歌曲 | Clock Moves Sideways |
歌手 | Fish |
专辑 | Fellini Days |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dick, Wesley | |
Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion. | |
A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl, | |
And the mind that you're in is walking the world but you feel like you're walking on water, | |
Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you're just being used | |
There's a spark in your eyes, when she calls you'll explode and she's blaming it all on crossed wires. | |
When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days | |
Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention, | |
Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess. | |
Whose fault is that anyway? | |
The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors? | |
Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives? | |
Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills? | |
Did you remember to switch off the TV? | |
Don't answer the phone, | |
Provide the impression there's nobody home, | |
As if there was anyway. | |
As if there was anyway. | |
When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways. | |
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock | |
Tock, tock, tock, tock... | |
When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways | |
Fellini days | |
Fugazi | |
Don't answer the phone | |
Fugazi | |
Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion | |
Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
And never brought to mind | |
Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
For auld lang syne | |
For auld lang syne |
zuo ci : Dick, Wesley | |
Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion. | |
A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl, | |
And the mind that you' re in is walking the world but you feel like you' re walking on water, | |
Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you' re just being used | |
There' s a spark in your eyes, when she calls you' ll explode and she' s blaming it all on crossed wires. | |
When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days | |
Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention, | |
Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess. | |
Whose fault is that anyway? | |
The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors? | |
Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives? | |
Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills? | |
Did you remember to switch off the TV? | |
Don' t answer the phone, | |
Provide the impression there' s nobody home, | |
As if there was anyway. | |
As if there was anyway. | |
When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways. | |
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock | |
Tock, tock, tock, tock... | |
When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways | |
Fellini days | |
Fugazi | |
Don' t answer the phone | |
Fugazi | |
Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion | |
Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
And never brought to mind | |
Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
For auld lang syne | |
For auld lang syne |
zuò cí : Dick, Wesley | |
Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion. | |
A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl, | |
And the mind that you' re in is walking the world but you feel like you' re walking on water, | |
Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you' re just being used | |
There' s a spark in your eyes, when she calls you' ll explode and she' s blaming it all on crossed wires. | |
When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days | |
Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention, | |
Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess. | |
Whose fault is that anyway? | |
The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors? | |
Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives? | |
Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills? | |
Did you remember to switch off the TV? | |
Don' t answer the phone, | |
Provide the impression there' s nobody home, | |
As if there was anyway. | |
As if there was anyway. | |
When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways. | |
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock | |
Tock, tock, tock, tock... | |
When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways | |
Fellini days | |
Fugazi | |
Don' t answer the phone | |
Fugazi | |
Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
Tumbling towards a conclusion | |
Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
And never brought to mind | |
Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
For auld lang syne | |
For auld lang syne |