Song | Locked in a Room |
Artist | Oren Lavie |
Album | The Opposite Side of the Sea |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lavie | |
Locked in a room with a sink and a broom | |
And the walls are all white | |
But you think it's alright' | |
Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge | |
Which is covered in frost | |
And a man comes a cross | |
Locked in a room that is nothing but walls | |
And you search for a chair | |
But there's nothing at all | |
And the one thing you find when you look at the floor | |
Is a key, but there isn't a door | |
Now that you're locked in a room | |
There is room to assume | |
You are there for a cause | |
You're not sure what it was | |
When you're locked in a room | |
Locked within a room of memory | |
Locked within a room you stand | |
Locked up away with no light of day | |
Locked in a room you begin | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
Locked in a room with your memory far | |
You don't know where it is | |
But you know where you are | |
In the dark of a room with a wall out of which | |
Comes a lamp, but there isn't a switch | |
Locked in a room it is small it is not | |
It is empty and cold so you fill it with thoughts | |
Of a wonderful nature, and various sizes you doubt | |
You could think your way out | |
Now that the room 'cause you're locked | |
And the moon is not lock and nobody's speaking | |
The silence is ticking | |
When you're locked in a room | |
Locked within a room of memory | |
Locked within a room you stand | |
Locked up away with no light of day | |
Locked in the room you begin | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
Locked in a room with a sink and a broom | |
And the walls are all white | |
But you think it's alright' | |
Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge | |
Which is covered in frost | |
And a man comes across | |
And a man comes across | |
Comes across |
zuo qu : Lavie | |
Locked in a room with a sink and a broom | |
And the walls are all white | |
But you think it' s alright' | |
Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge | |
Which is covered in frost | |
And a man comes a cross | |
Locked in a room that is nothing but walls | |
And you search for a chair | |
But there' s nothing at all | |
And the one thing you find when you look at the floor | |
Is a key, but there isn' t a door | |
Now that you' re locked in a room | |
There is room to assume | |
You are there for a cause | |
You' re not sure what it was | |
When you' re locked in a room | |
Locked within a room of memory | |
Locked within a room you stand | |
Locked up away with no light of day | |
Locked in a room you begin | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
Locked in a room with your memory far | |
You don' t know where it is | |
But you know where you are | |
In the dark of a room with a wall out of which | |
Comes a lamp, but there isn' t a switch | |
Locked in a room it is small it is not | |
It is empty and cold so you fill it with thoughts | |
Of a wonderful nature, and various sizes you doubt | |
You could think your way out | |
Now that the room ' cause you' re locked | |
And the moon is not lock and nobody' s speaking | |
The silence is ticking | |
When you' re locked in a room | |
Locked within a room of memory | |
Locked within a room you stand | |
Locked up away with no light of day | |
Locked in the room you begin | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
Locked in a room with a sink and a broom | |
And the walls are all white | |
But you think it' s alright' | |
Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge | |
Which is covered in frost | |
And a man comes across | |
And a man comes across | |
Comes across |
zuò qǔ : Lavie | |
Locked in a room with a sink and a broom | |
And the walls are all white | |
But you think it' s alright' | |
Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge | |
Which is covered in frost | |
And a man comes a cross | |
Locked in a room that is nothing but walls | |
And you search for a chair | |
But there' s nothing at all | |
And the one thing you find when you look at the floor | |
Is a key, but there isn' t a door | |
Now that you' re locked in a room | |
There is room to assume | |
You are there for a cause | |
You' re not sure what it was | |
When you' re locked in a room | |
Locked within a room of memory | |
Locked within a room you stand | |
Locked up away with no light of day | |
Locked in a room you begin | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
Locked in a room with your memory far | |
You don' t know where it is | |
But you know where you are | |
In the dark of a room with a wall out of which | |
Comes a lamp, but there isn' t a switch | |
Locked in a room it is small it is not | |
It is empty and cold so you fill it with thoughts | |
Of a wonderful nature, and various sizes you doubt | |
You could think your way out | |
Now that the room ' cause you' re locked | |
And the moon is not lock and nobody' s speaking | |
The silence is ticking | |
When you' re locked in a room | |
Locked within a room of memory | |
Locked within a room you stand | |
Locked up away with no light of day | |
Locked in the room you begin | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
To find your way out | |
You find your way in | |
Locked in a room with a sink and a broom | |
And the walls are all white | |
But you think it' s alright' | |
Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge | |
Which is covered in frost | |
And a man comes across | |
And a man comes across | |
Comes across |