Song | Nocturnal Journal |
Artist | G.B.H. |
Album | A Fridge Too Far |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
Lying on my back, staring up to the sky, thunder black clouds, | |
I hear a distant cry. | |
Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet, and the snail trail of a shooting comet. | |
Everything | |
I do - it all goes down, it all goes down, | |
Everything | |
I see - it all goes down, it all goes down .. .. it all goes down in my nocturnal journal. | |
Bats are flying high but, the owls don't give a hoot, no birds singin', seems the whole world's mute. | |
The slightest noise, echoes through the streets, slumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat. | |
Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time, explanations don't contain no reason or rhyme. | |
The moon stays awake with ease, bangin' car doors are annoying me. | |
The rain is coming down, started to lash, and | |
I'm waiting for the glass to smash. | |
Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes, to live by night is a chance | |
I take. Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light, banshee screams of another cat fight. |
zuo ci : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
Lying on my back, staring up to the sky, thunder black clouds, | |
I hear a distant cry. | |
Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet, and the snail trail of a shooting comet. | |
Everything | |
I do it all goes down, it all goes down, | |
Everything | |
I see it all goes down, it all goes down .. .. it all goes down in my nocturnal journal. | |
Bats are flying high but, the owls don' t give a hoot, no birds singin', seems the whole world' s mute. | |
The slightest noise, echoes through the streets, slumberlands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat. | |
Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time, explanations don' t contain no reason or rhyme. | |
The moon stays awake with ease, bangin' car doors are annoying me. | |
The rain is coming down, started to lash, and | |
I' m waiting for the glass to smash. | |
Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes, to live by night is a chance | |
I take. Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light, banshee screams of another cat fight. |
zuò cí : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
Lying on my back, staring up to the sky, thunder black clouds, | |
I hear a distant cry. | |
Needle sharp start like diamonds on velvet, and the snail trail of a shooting comet. | |
Everything | |
I do it all goes down, it all goes down, | |
Everything | |
I see it all goes down, it all goes down .. .. it all goes down in my nocturnal journal. | |
Bats are flying high but, the owls don' t give a hoot, no birds singin', seems the whole world' s mute. | |
The slightest noise, echoes through the streets, slumberlands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat. | |
Walls of old houses, still creak after all this time, explanations don' t contain no reason or rhyme. | |
The moon stays awake with ease, bangin' car doors are annoying me. | |
The rain is coming down, started to lash, and | |
I' m waiting for the glass to smash. | |
Empty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes, to live by night is a chance | |
I take. Seedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light, banshee screams of another cat fight. |