Song | This Moonlife |
Artist | No Knife |
Album | Riot For Romance! |
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作曲 : No Knife | |
world is still and dreams go on | |
it happens when i'm alone | |
the days stretch to their full height, | |
then collapse to a moon's delight | |
up here i'm safe again | |
i don't notice anything | |
signals they come and go | |
and i've seen enough of them to know. | |
full sails shape the lives of men. | |
far below we toss and turn over this, | |
is it desperate to make believe | |
that anything could ever be worse than all of this? | |
it's only forgotten words | |
only some odds'n'ends of bad dreams | |
i can't forget. | |
i've seen enough of all of them. | |
full sails shape the lives of men. | |
and when the stars have gone | |
we turn and head for home. |
zuo qu : No Knife | |
world is still and dreams go on | |
it happens when i' m alone | |
the days stretch to their full height, | |
then collapse to a moon' s delight | |
up here i' m safe again | |
i don' t notice anything | |
signals they come and go | |
and i' ve seen enough of them to know. | |
full sails shape the lives of men. | |
far below we toss and turn over this, | |
is it desperate to make believe | |
that anything could ever be worse than all of this? | |
it' s only forgotten words | |
only some odds' n' ends of bad dreams | |
i can' t forget. | |
i' ve seen enough of all of them. | |
full sails shape the lives of men. | |
and when the stars have gone | |
we turn and head for home. |
zuò qǔ : No Knife | |
world is still and dreams go on | |
it happens when i' m alone | |
the days stretch to their full height, | |
then collapse to a moon' s delight | |
up here i' m safe again | |
i don' t notice anything | |
signals they come and go | |
and i' ve seen enough of them to know. | |
full sails shape the lives of men. | |
far below we toss and turn over this, | |
is it desperate to make believe | |
that anything could ever be worse than all of this? | |
it' s only forgotten words | |
only some odds' n' ends of bad dreams | |
i can' t forget. | |
i' ve seen enough of all of them. | |
full sails shape the lives of men. | |
and when the stars have gone | |
we turn and head for home. |