| 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 |