歌曲 | No Way Out |
歌手 | Peter Gabriel |
专辑 | Up |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Saw a group of people forming | |
Round a figure lying down | |
And someone runs to make a phone call | |
And the man kneels on the ground | |
The man kneels on the ground | |
There's a tightening in my chest | |
I know that | |
I'm drawn in | |
Oh God let it not be – you | |
Don't leave us | |
Don't leave like this | |
Don't leave me here again | |
I'm not quitting on you | |
No one else | |
You're not quitting on us | |
No running out | |
The colour in your shirt is darkening, | |
Against the paleness of your skin | |
I remember how you held the goldfish | |
Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
You held it up so high | |
In the bright lights of the fair | |
It slipped and fell | |
We looked everywhere | |
Don't leave us (your eyes are bright, your blood is warm) | |
Don't leave like this (your heart is strong, you're holding on) | |
Don't leave me here again (I feel your pulse, I hold your hand) | |
I'm not quitting on you | |
There's no one else | |
You're not quitting on us | |
There's no way out | |
No way out | |
Don't leave us | |
Don't leave like this | |
Don't leave me here again (I feel your pulse, I hold your hand) | |
I'm not quitting on you | |
There's no one else | |
You're not quitting on us | |
No running away – no way out |
Saw a group of people forming | |
Round a figure lying down | |
And someone runs to make a phone call | |
And the man kneels on the ground | |
The man kneels on the ground | |
There' s a tightening in my chest | |
I know that | |
I' m drawn in | |
Oh God let it not be you | |
Don' t leave us | |
Don' t leave like this | |
Don' t leave me here again | |
I' m not quitting on you | |
No one else | |
You' re not quitting on us | |
No running out | |
The colour in your shirt is darkening, | |
Against the paleness of your skin | |
I remember how you held the goldfish | |
Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
You held it up so high | |
In the bright lights of the fair | |
It slipped and fell | |
We looked everywhere | |
Don' t leave us your eyes are bright, your blood is warm | |
Don' t leave like this your heart is strong, you' re holding on | |
Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
I' m not quitting on you | |
There' s no one else | |
You' re not quitting on us | |
There' s no way out | |
No way out | |
Don' t leave us | |
Don' t leave like this | |
Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
I' m not quitting on you | |
There' s no one else | |
You' re not quitting on us | |
No running away no way out |
Saw a group of people forming | |
Round a figure lying down | |
And someone runs to make a phone call | |
And the man kneels on the ground | |
The man kneels on the ground | |
There' s a tightening in my chest | |
I know that | |
I' m drawn in | |
Oh God let it not be you | |
Don' t leave us | |
Don' t leave like this | |
Don' t leave me here again | |
I' m not quitting on you | |
No one else | |
You' re not quitting on us | |
No running out | |
The colour in your shirt is darkening, | |
Against the paleness of your skin | |
I remember how you held the goldfish | |
Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
You held it up so high | |
In the bright lights of the fair | |
It slipped and fell | |
We looked everywhere | |
Don' t leave us your eyes are bright, your blood is warm | |
Don' t leave like this your heart is strong, you' re holding on | |
Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
I' m not quitting on you | |
There' s no one else | |
You' re not quitting on us | |
There' s no way out | |
No way out | |
Don' t leave us | |
Don' t leave like this | |
Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
I' m not quitting on you | |
There' s no one else | |
You' re not quitting on us | |
No running away no way out |