歌曲 | My Problem Is You |
歌手 | Jackson Browne |
专辑 | I'm Alive |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Browne | |
To love and get away before the walls have arisen | |
You've got to be free | |
But to go on attempting to break into the prison | |
You'd have to be me | |
I wait for the sun to rise over the mountain | |
I wait for your touch | |
I wait for your angels to carry me home | |
But i wait too much | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem telling right from wrong | |
Fiction from what's true | |
No problem telling the dream from the dawn | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you | |
I wanted to live in the realm of the senses | |
You've got to know how | |
And for some kinds of pleasure there are no defenses | |
I know that now | |
Our love is a crackling ladder of lightning | |
Our love is a fire | |
Our love is a wave moving deep in an ocean | |
Of need and desire | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem with this crooked world | |
I play the cards i drew | |
No problem with the changes life has hurled | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you | |
I need your wonder and i need your light | |
I need your tender touch to heal the night | |
I need you laughing and i need you free | |
And i need to lock you away deep inside of me | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem telling right from wrong | |
The way some people do | |
I know exactly where these arms belong | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you |
zuo ci : Browne | |
To love and get away before the walls have arisen | |
You' ve got to be free | |
But to go on attempting to break into the prison | |
You' d have to be me | |
I wait for the sun to rise over the mountain | |
I wait for your touch | |
I wait for your angels to carry me home | |
But i wait too much | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem telling right from wrong | |
Fiction from what' s true | |
No problem telling the dream from the dawn | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you | |
I wanted to live in the realm of the senses | |
You' ve got to know how | |
And for some kinds of pleasure there are no defenses | |
I know that now | |
Our love is a crackling ladder of lightning | |
Our love is a fire | |
Our love is a wave moving deep in an ocean | |
Of need and desire | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem with this crooked world | |
I play the cards i drew | |
No problem with the changes life has hurled | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you | |
I need your wonder and i need your light | |
I need your tender touch to heal the night | |
I need you laughing and i need you free | |
And i need to lock you away deep inside of me | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem telling right from wrong | |
The way some people do | |
I know exactly where these arms belong | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you |
zuò cí : Browne | |
To love and get away before the walls have arisen | |
You' ve got to be free | |
But to go on attempting to break into the prison | |
You' d have to be me | |
I wait for the sun to rise over the mountain | |
I wait for your touch | |
I wait for your angels to carry me home | |
But i wait too much | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem telling right from wrong | |
Fiction from what' s true | |
No problem telling the dream from the dawn | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you | |
I wanted to live in the realm of the senses | |
You' ve got to know how | |
And for some kinds of pleasure there are no defenses | |
I know that now | |
Our love is a crackling ladder of lightning | |
Our love is a fire | |
Our love is a wave moving deep in an ocean | |
Of need and desire | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem with this crooked world | |
I play the cards i drew | |
No problem with the changes life has hurled | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you | |
I need your wonder and i need your light | |
I need your tender touch to heal the night | |
I need you laughing and i need you free | |
And i need to lock you away deep inside of me | |
Waiting for you | |
I have no problem telling right from wrong | |
The way some people do | |
I know exactly where these arms belong | |
My problem is you | |
Waiting here for you |