Song | Inland Traveller |
Artist | Isolation Years |
Album | Inland Traveller |
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作曲 : Moström, Nyström | |
Small curvy road | |
Endless it seems | |
Big trees on the side | |
The car bites up the dust | |
We spoke to them gently | |
Their eyes faced the ground | |
But they're from another world | |
No need for our songs | |
And our words, fell to earth, where it was | |
He went in to the barn | |
We followed not too close | |
He did what he could | |
And now we're on the road | |
I'll tell you a secret | |
There's something I know | |
One of these men could blow | |
That skyscraper down, to the ground | |
Leaving us, where it was | |
We spoke to them gently | |
Their eyes faced the ground | |
But they're from another world | |
No need for our songs | |
And our words, fell to earth, where it was |
zuo qu : Mostr m, Nystr m | |
Small curvy road | |
Endless it seems | |
Big trees on the side | |
The car bites up the dust | |
We spoke to them gently | |
Their eyes faced the ground | |
But they' re from another world | |
No need for our songs | |
And our words, fell to earth, where it was | |
He went in to the barn | |
We followed not too close | |
He did what he could | |
And now we' re on the road | |
I' ll tell you a secret | |
There' s something I know | |
One of these men could blow | |
That skyscraper down, to the ground | |
Leaving us, where it was | |
We spoke to them gently | |
Their eyes faced the ground | |
But they' re from another world | |
No need for our songs | |
And our words, fell to earth, where it was |
zuò qǔ : Mostr m, Nystr m | |
Small curvy road | |
Endless it seems | |
Big trees on the side | |
The car bites up the dust | |
We spoke to them gently | |
Their eyes faced the ground | |
But they' re from another world | |
No need for our songs | |
And our words, fell to earth, where it was | |
He went in to the barn | |
We followed not too close | |
He did what he could | |
And now we' re on the road | |
I' ll tell you a secret | |
There' s something I know | |
One of these men could blow | |
That skyscraper down, to the ground | |
Leaving us, where it was | |
We spoke to them gently | |
Their eyes faced the ground | |
But they' re from another world | |
No need for our songs | |
And our words, fell to earth, where it was |