Song | A Floating Life |
Artist | Level 42 |
Album | True Colours |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Philip Gould & Mark King | |
作词 : Gould, King | |
In your hands there's a photograph | |
You look up, she begins to laugh | |
So cold as she walks away | |
And you know that it's time to pay | |
You're caught in a web you spun yourself | |
Face to face with your failure this very day | |
You call out her name you can't help yourself | |
But you need love like you need a - kick in the head | |
You worked hard for the things you own | |
Fancy cars and a country home | |
Gave it all for a glittering prize | |
To be a face people recognise | |
On the walls of your home there are works of art | |
But you stare at the picture - on the floor | |
The face of a man with an aching heart | |
It's no fun to be famous anymore | |
(you said ) | |
This is a sad day | |
And i would gladly give it all away | |
In exchange | |
For a floating life | |
Shed your tears for a shallow dream | |
Let your cry be a primal scream | |
A song through the mists of time | |
A serenade to your concubine | |
You were wrong to believe she could set you free | |
You're trapped by the trappings - of success | |
And you know the she'll never let you be | |
'til the world knows the secrets - you confessed | |
(you said) | |
I see her cruel face | |
My heart is nothing but an empty space | |
And on this sad day | |
I would gladly give it all away | |
In exchange | |
For a floating life | |
Neither asleep nor awake | |
Losing control you start to shake | |
As the day begins to break | |
They're gonna shoot you down in flames | |
When that girl starts naming names | |
There's nowhere to hide from your shame |
zuo qu : Philip Gould Mark King | |
zuo ci : Gould, King | |
In your hands there' s a photograph | |
You look up, she begins to laugh | |
So cold as she walks away | |
And you know that it' s time to pay | |
You' re caught in a web you spun yourself | |
Face to face with your failure this very day | |
You call out her name you can' t help yourself | |
But you need love like you need a kick in the head | |
You worked hard for the things you own | |
Fancy cars and a country home | |
Gave it all for a glittering prize | |
To be a face people recognise | |
On the walls of your home there are works of art | |
But you stare at the picture on the floor | |
The face of a man with an aching heart | |
It' s no fun to be famous anymore | |
you said | |
This is a sad day | |
And i would gladly give it all away | |
In exchange | |
For a floating life | |
Shed your tears for a shallow dream | |
Let your cry be a primal scream | |
A song through the mists of time | |
A serenade to your concubine | |
You were wrong to believe she could set you free | |
You' re trapped by the trappings of success | |
And you know the she' ll never let you be | |
' til the world knows the secrets you confessed | |
you said | |
I see her cruel face | |
My heart is nothing but an empty space | |
And on this sad day | |
I would gladly give it all away | |
In exchange | |
For a floating life | |
Neither asleep nor awake | |
Losing control you start to shake | |
As the day begins to break | |
They' re gonna shoot you down in flames | |
When that girl starts naming names | |
There' s nowhere to hide from your shame |
zuò qǔ : Philip Gould Mark King | |
zuò cí : Gould, King | |
In your hands there' s a photograph | |
You look up, she begins to laugh | |
So cold as she walks away | |
And you know that it' s time to pay | |
You' re caught in a web you spun yourself | |
Face to face with your failure this very day | |
You call out her name you can' t help yourself | |
But you need love like you need a kick in the head | |
You worked hard for the things you own | |
Fancy cars and a country home | |
Gave it all for a glittering prize | |
To be a face people recognise | |
On the walls of your home there are works of art | |
But you stare at the picture on the floor | |
The face of a man with an aching heart | |
It' s no fun to be famous anymore | |
you said | |
This is a sad day | |
And i would gladly give it all away | |
In exchange | |
For a floating life | |
Shed your tears for a shallow dream | |
Let your cry be a primal scream | |
A song through the mists of time | |
A serenade to your concubine | |
You were wrong to believe she could set you free | |
You' re trapped by the trappings of success | |
And you know the she' ll never let you be | |
' til the world knows the secrets you confessed | |
you said | |
I see her cruel face | |
My heart is nothing but an empty space | |
And on this sad day | |
I would gladly give it all away | |
In exchange | |
For a floating life | |
Neither asleep nor awake | |
Losing control you start to shake | |
As the day begins to break | |
They' re gonna shoot you down in flames | |
When that girl starts naming names | |
There' s nowhere to hide from your shame |