歌曲 | The Echo (Maybe Tonight) |
歌手 | Bleu Edmondson |
专辑 | Live at Billy Bob's Texas |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Edmondson | |
The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls | |
Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls | |
One place, one time, one love, we owned the night | |
And the tender souls wondered where the faith has all gone | |
And the neon on Lamar came rumbling on | |
We swore they wouldn't take us down without a fight | |
Hopeless hearted hunters waging war on the stars | |
We cheered the revolution from a rooftop bar | |
And swore to one another only we could make it right | |
We said | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight we can | |
I remember your kiss like TNT | |
How it rattled every long gone part of me | |
And in the heat of the night you shook when you said my name | |
And the precious drop of sweat running down your back | |
Like a southbound train burning down the track | |
Two martyrs in a world that would never be the same | |
Among the midnight runners and the teenage stunners | |
Searching for the light of day we hoped against hope we could find one voice | |
To sing what we were desperate to say | |
We said | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight we can | |
And the tears running down your face | |
Like a sad broken prophets parade | |
While this dirty city sleeps tonight | |
To the Gutterat serenade | |
Underneath that holy streetlight | |
We can take it all back again | |
And it's the echo of the wounded heart in the night | |
That proves we were born to win |
zuo qu : Edmondson | |
The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls | |
Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls | |
One place, one time, one love, we owned the night | |
And the tender souls wondered where the faith has all gone | |
And the neon on Lamar came rumbling on | |
We swore they wouldn' t take us down without a fight | |
Hopeless hearted hunters waging war on the stars | |
We cheered the revolution from a rooftop bar | |
And swore to one another only we could make it right | |
We said | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight we can | |
I remember your kiss like TNT | |
How it rattled every long gone part of me | |
And in the heat of the night you shook when you said my name | |
And the precious drop of sweat running down your back | |
Like a southbound train burning down the track | |
Two martyrs in a world that would never be the same | |
Among the midnight runners and the teenage stunners | |
Searching for the light of day we hoped against hope we could find one voice | |
To sing what we were desperate to say | |
We said | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight we can | |
And the tears running down your face | |
Like a sad broken prophets parade | |
While this dirty city sleeps tonight | |
To the Gutterat serenade | |
Underneath that holy streetlight | |
We can take it all back again | |
And it' s the echo of the wounded heart in the night | |
That proves we were born to win |
zuò qǔ : Edmondson | |
The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls | |
Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls | |
One place, one time, one love, we owned the night | |
And the tender souls wondered where the faith has all gone | |
And the neon on Lamar came rumbling on | |
We swore they wouldn' t take us down without a fight | |
Hopeless hearted hunters waging war on the stars | |
We cheered the revolution from a rooftop bar | |
And swore to one another only we could make it right | |
We said | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight we can | |
I remember your kiss like TNT | |
How it rattled every long gone part of me | |
And in the heat of the night you shook when you said my name | |
And the precious drop of sweat running down your back | |
Like a southbound train burning down the track | |
Two martyrs in a world that would never be the same | |
Among the midnight runners and the teenage stunners | |
Searching for the light of day we hoped against hope we could find one voice | |
To sing what we were desperate to say | |
We said | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight | |
Maybe tonight we can | |
And the tears running down your face | |
Like a sad broken prophets parade | |
While this dirty city sleeps tonight | |
To the Gutterat serenade | |
Underneath that holy streetlight | |
We can take it all back again | |
And it' s the echo of the wounded heart in the night | |
That proves we were born to win |