Song | Twelve-Eight Angel |
Artist | The Dream Academy |
Album | A Different Kind of Weather |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gilmour, Laird-Clowes | |
Midnight | |
and autumn leaves are turning brown | |
night light | |
i look to find you not around | |
and the wind blows | |
scorn into the face of fools who | |
break hearts & turn their back on | |
love that's true | |
But i don't want | |
to forget the little things you do | |
god knows | |
i never meant to be untrue | |
now i'm waiting for the day | |
you'll be back in my arms to stay | |
As an angel of mercy | |
falls from above | |
they get torn apart by the things they love | |
god knows | |
look at where i've ended up | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup | |
Horoscope | |
i read it in the evening news | |
as morning broke | |
i pulled it from the refuse on my way home | |
and in the great grey city dawn | |
a warning | |
rung in my head with a fire alarm | |
it said, | |
"alright, | |
you've been treating this as a dress rehearsal for | |
life" | |
the time for a complete reversal is tonight | |
i put away childish things and telephoned long | |
distance | |
and it rings rings rings | |
As an angel of mercy falls from above | |
they get torn apart by the things they love | |
god knows | |
look at where i've ended up | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup |
zuo ci : Gilmour, LairdClowes | |
Midnight | |
and autumn leaves are turning brown | |
night light | |
i look to find you not around | |
and the wind blows | |
scorn into the face of fools who | |
break hearts turn their back on | |
love that' s true | |
But i don' t want | |
to forget the little things you do | |
god knows | |
i never meant to be untrue | |
now i' m waiting for the day | |
you' ll be back in my arms to stay | |
As an angel of mercy | |
falls from above | |
they get torn apart by the things they love | |
god knows | |
look at where i' ve ended up | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup | |
Horoscope | |
i read it in the evening news | |
as morning broke | |
i pulled it from the refuse on my way home | |
and in the great grey city dawn | |
a warning | |
rung in my head with a fire alarm | |
it said, | |
" alright, | |
you' ve been treating this as a dress rehearsal for | |
life" | |
the time for a complete reversal is tonight | |
i put away childish things and telephoned long | |
distance | |
and it rings rings rings | |
As an angel of mercy falls from above | |
they get torn apart by the things they love | |
god knows | |
look at where i' ve ended up | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup |
zuò cí : Gilmour, LairdClowes | |
Midnight | |
and autumn leaves are turning brown | |
night light | |
i look to find you not around | |
and the wind blows | |
scorn into the face of fools who | |
break hearts turn their back on | |
love that' s true | |
But i don' t want | |
to forget the little things you do | |
god knows | |
i never meant to be untrue | |
now i' m waiting for the day | |
you' ll be back in my arms to stay | |
As an angel of mercy | |
falls from above | |
they get torn apart by the things they love | |
god knows | |
look at where i' ve ended up | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup | |
Horoscope | |
i read it in the evening news | |
as morning broke | |
i pulled it from the refuse on my way home | |
and in the great grey city dawn | |
a warning | |
rung in my head with a fire alarm | |
it said, | |
" alright, | |
you' ve been treating this as a dress rehearsal for | |
life" | |
the time for a complete reversal is tonight | |
i put away childish things and telephoned long | |
distance | |
and it rings rings rings | |
As an angel of mercy falls from above | |
they get torn apart by the things they love | |
god knows | |
look at where i' ve ended up | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup | |
in a pack of wild sinners | |
searching for a holy cup |