Song | A Vote for Democracy |
Artist | Logh |
Album | The Raging Sun |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Friberg | |
The fire is dying | |
The night will be cold | |
Not a light in sight | |
I've got to go | |
Can you tell these eyes are awaiting the end? | |
That nothing's waiting around the bend? | |
While we stay here sitting still all the hypocrisy's leading us in | |
Light rain upon the fire | |
You've got a ride | |
Free beer all night and I got to drive | |
Beat and battered, gray and old | |
The many years are taking their toll | |
Vote for Democracy, yeah | |
Vote for a word | |
Vote for a word | |
The girl you knew had her own car, her own scars, her own cross | |
The farther out you reached into the night the less she remembered, the less you tried |
zuo qu : Friberg | |
The fire is dying | |
The night will be cold | |
Not a light in sight | |
I' ve got to go | |
Can you tell these eyes are awaiting the end? | |
That nothing' s waiting around the bend? | |
While we stay here sitting still all the hypocrisy' s leading us in | |
Light rain upon the fire | |
You' ve got a ride | |
Free beer all night and I got to drive | |
Beat and battered, gray and old | |
The many years are taking their toll | |
Vote for Democracy, yeah | |
Vote for a word | |
Vote for a word | |
The girl you knew had her own car, her own scars, her own cross | |
The farther out you reached into the night the less she remembered, the less you tried |
zuò qǔ : Friberg | |
The fire is dying | |
The night will be cold | |
Not a light in sight | |
I' ve got to go | |
Can you tell these eyes are awaiting the end? | |
That nothing' s waiting around the bend? | |
While we stay here sitting still all the hypocrisy' s leading us in | |
Light rain upon the fire | |
You' ve got a ride | |
Free beer all night and I got to drive | |
Beat and battered, gray and old | |
The many years are taking their toll | |
Vote for Democracy, yeah | |
Vote for a word | |
Vote for a word | |
The girl you knew had her own car, her own scars, her own cross | |
The farther out you reached into the night the less she remembered, the less you tried |