歌曲 | Torn on the Platform |
歌手 | Jack Peñate |
专辑 | Matinee |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Peñate | |
Once more just before I'm leaving | |
Torn on the platform | |
Once more just before I'm leaving | |
Torn on the platform | |
Cos I miss you and I love you | |
And I know this is over for mow | |
Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you | |
You're not my girl you're my town | |
A weekend away, leave the city today | |
Don't want the big smoke to leave me behind | |
The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo | |
50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind | |
I get a good seat, with a window my feet | |
Are up on the one in front everyone stares | |
Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs | |
Trapped for 3 hours until I get there | |
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
Are not dry, dry, dry | |
As I realise, ise, ise | |
That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
City fly's, fly's, fly's | |
Wonder why, why, why | |
Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
It's 1.58 wish that I had been late | |
And missed the train and given them an excuse | |
But what is the use, | |
I've less slack than a noose | |
Do or die stay or go what shall I choose | |
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
Are not dry, dry, dry | |
As I realise, ise, ise | |
That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
City fly's, fly's, fly's | |
Wonder why, why, why | |
Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Like in a film the motion starts to slow | |
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close | |
Momenterily I'm standing froze | |
Then I jump between the gap | |
Land on the platform flat | |
I'm not | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform |
zuo qu : Pe ate | |
Once more just before I' m leaving | |
Torn on the platform | |
Once more just before I' m leaving | |
Torn on the platform | |
Cos I miss you and I love you | |
And I know this is over for mow | |
Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you | |
You' re not my girl you' re my town | |
A weekend away, leave the city today | |
Don' t want the big smoke to leave me behind | |
The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo | |
50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind | |
I get a good seat, with a window my feet | |
Are up on the one in front everyone stares | |
Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs | |
Trapped for 3 hours until I get there | |
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
Are not dry, dry, dry | |
As I realise, ise, ise | |
That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
City fly' s, fly' s, fly' s | |
Wonder why, why, why | |
Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
It' s 1. 58 wish that I had been late | |
And missed the train and given them an excuse | |
But what is the use, | |
I' ve less slack than a noose | |
Do or die stay or go what shall I choose | |
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
Are not dry, dry, dry | |
As I realise, ise, ise | |
That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
City fly' s, fly' s, fly' s | |
Wonder why, why, why | |
Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Like in a film the motion starts to slow | |
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close | |
Momenterily I' m standing froze | |
Then I jump between the gap | |
Land on the platform flat | |
I' m not | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform |
zuò qǔ : Pe ate | |
Once more just before I' m leaving | |
Torn on the platform | |
Once more just before I' m leaving | |
Torn on the platform | |
Cos I miss you and I love you | |
And I know this is over for mow | |
Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you | |
You' re not my girl you' re my town | |
A weekend away, leave the city today | |
Don' t want the big smoke to leave me behind | |
The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo | |
50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind | |
I get a good seat, with a window my feet | |
Are up on the one in front everyone stares | |
Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs | |
Trapped for 3 hours until I get there | |
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
Are not dry, dry, dry | |
As I realise, ise, ise | |
That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
City fly' s, fly' s, fly' s | |
Wonder why, why, why | |
Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
It' s 1. 58 wish that I had been late | |
And missed the train and given them an excuse | |
But what is the use, | |
I' ve less slack than a noose | |
Do or die stay or go what shall I choose | |
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes | |
Are not dry, dry, dry | |
As I realise, ise, ise | |
That in a few minutes this train will be gone | |
Sighs, sighs, sighs | |
City fly' s, fly' s, fly' s | |
Wonder why, why, why | |
Would anyone want to leave where I come from? | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Like in a film the motion starts to slow | |
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close | |
Momenterily I' m standing froze | |
Then I jump between the gap | |
Land on the platform flat | |
I' m not | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform | |
Torn on the platform |