歌曲 | Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers |
歌手 | John Foxx |
专辑 | The Golden Section |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Foxx | |
He said he was a saint | |
And he had some colour movies | |
"you will grow older and then younger | |
Tattoed like a loser" | |
Long streams of silence connect hand to hand | |
With the memories in the car parks | |
And the flowers and the sand | |
So here are the wings and the burnt out suits | |
Here are the maps of all your youth | |
Here where the songs are all of longing | |
Here where the skies are always haunting | |
And I'm running, yes I'm running... | |
I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers | |
He was talking as I glanced away | |
At silver tortures in colour vision | |
It was a golden time | |
A time of bones and flowers | |
There was an angel in a ruined suit | |
Stranded on Broadway | |
I gave him change and he gave me the time of day | |
So here are the wings and the burnt-out-suits | |
Here are the maps of all your youth | |
Here where the songs are all of longing | |
Here where the skies are always haunting | |
And I'm running... yes I'm running | |
I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers |
zuo qu : Foxx | |
He said he was a saint | |
And he had some colour movies | |
" you will grow older and then younger | |
Tattoed like a loser" | |
Long streams of silence connect hand to hand | |
With the memories in the car parks | |
And the flowers and the sand | |
So here are the wings and the burnt out suits | |
Here are the maps of all your youth | |
Here where the songs are all of longing | |
Here where the skies are always haunting | |
And I' m running, yes I' m running... | |
I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers | |
He was talking as I glanced away | |
At silver tortures in colour vision | |
It was a golden time | |
A time of bones and flowers | |
There was an angel in a ruined suit | |
Stranded on Broadway | |
I gave him change and he gave me the time of day | |
So here are the wings and the burntoutsuits | |
Here are the maps of all your youth | |
Here where the songs are all of longing | |
Here where the skies are always haunting | |
And I' m running... yes I' m running | |
I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers |
zuò qǔ : Foxx | |
He said he was a saint | |
And he had some colour movies | |
" you will grow older and then younger | |
Tattoed like a loser" | |
Long streams of silence connect hand to hand | |
With the memories in the car parks | |
And the flowers and the sand | |
So here are the wings and the burnt out suits | |
Here are the maps of all your youth | |
Here where the songs are all of longing | |
Here where the skies are always haunting | |
And I' m running, yes I' m running... | |
I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers | |
He was talking as I glanced away | |
At silver tortures in colour vision | |
It was a golden time | |
A time of bones and flowers | |
There was an angel in a ruined suit | |
Stranded on Broadway | |
I gave him change and he gave me the time of day | |
So here are the wings and the burntoutsuits | |
Here are the maps of all your youth | |
Here where the songs are all of longing | |
Here where the skies are always haunting | |
And I' m running... yes I' m running | |
I am Running Across Thin Ice With Tigers |