Song | In Today's Room |
Artist | Squeeze |
Album | Babylon and On |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
Time is a corridor that winds through my life | |
Out of each door comes a day | |
And when that door closes and i've said good night | |
Another door opens again | |
Down in the corridor there will be a time | |
When i shall run out of doors | |
I'll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds | |
In another room i'm still not too sure | |
That there's no room for me down here | |
I shall be sorry | |
It will be clear | |
And i'll regret not seeing her more | |
In today's room love's at the door | |
I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn | |
Her face is there i can see | |
I'll always regret it but i'll never learn | |
Time is so precious to me | |
Out in the corridor she sits in a chair | |
Here i am pacing the floor | |
I've not got the courage, my hand combs my hair | |
In today's room i'm still not too sure | |
That there's no room for me down here | |
Will i be sorry | |
Well that won't be clear | |
And i'll regret not seeing her more | |
In today's room love's at the door | |
In today's room, strawberry jam | |
No hope of blue skies holiday plans | |
In today's room, trips to the shops | |
She's on the doorstep carrying a box |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
Time is a corridor that winds through my life | |
Out of each door comes a day | |
And when that door closes and i' ve said good night | |
Another door opens again | |
Down in the corridor there will be a time | |
When i shall run out of doors | |
I' ll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds | |
In another room i' m still not too sure | |
That there' s no room for me down here | |
I shall be sorry | |
It will be clear | |
And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
In today' s room love' s at the door | |
I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn | |
Her face is there i can see | |
I' ll always regret it but i' ll never learn | |
Time is so precious to me | |
Out in the corridor she sits in a chair | |
Here i am pacing the floor | |
I' ve not got the courage, my hand combs my hair | |
In today' s room i' m still not too sure | |
That there' s no room for me down here | |
Will i be sorry | |
Well that won' t be clear | |
And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
In today' s room love' s at the door | |
In today' s room, strawberry jam | |
No hope of blue skies holiday plans | |
In today' s room, trips to the shops | |
She' s on the doorstep carrying a box |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
Time is a corridor that winds through my life | |
Out of each door comes a day | |
And when that door closes and i' ve said good night | |
Another door opens again | |
Down in the corridor there will be a time | |
When i shall run out of doors | |
I' ll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds | |
In another room i' m still not too sure | |
That there' s no room for me down here | |
I shall be sorry | |
It will be clear | |
And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
In today' s room love' s at the door | |
I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn | |
Her face is there i can see | |
I' ll always regret it but i' ll never learn | |
Time is so precious to me | |
Out in the corridor she sits in a chair | |
Here i am pacing the floor | |
I' ve not got the courage, my hand combs my hair | |
In today' s room i' m still not too sure | |
That there' s no room for me down here | |
Will i be sorry | |
Well that won' t be clear | |
And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
In today' s room love' s at the door | |
In today' s room, strawberry jam | |
No hope of blue skies holiday plans | |
In today' s room, trips to the shops | |
She' s on the doorstep carrying a box |