Song | Diary of an Empty Day |
Artist | The Nice |
Album | Hang on to a Dream |
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作词 : Emerson, Jackson | |
There's no particular season | |
To lose your wit or your reason | |
It comes together without warning | |
It might be today or the morning | |
I can't think what to say | |
My mind's a blank today | |
I want to write words to this music | |
But my head's all set to refuse it | |
I can't think of words to this music | |
No reason or rhyme to abuse it | |
I can't think what to say | |
My mind's a blank today | |
I could write a book this way | |
A diary to an empty day | |
I could write a book | |
Fourteen lines in fourteen days | |
I could write a book this way | |
A diary to an empty day | |
I want to write words to this music | |
But my head's all set to refuse it | |
I can't think of words to this music | |
No reason or rhyme to abuse it | |
I can't think what to say | |
My mind's a blank today | |
(jamming to fade out) |
zuo ci : Emerson, Jackson | |
There' s no particular season | |
To lose your wit or your reason | |
It comes together without warning | |
It might be today or the morning | |
I can' t think what to say | |
My mind' s a blank today | |
I want to write words to this music | |
But my head' s all set to refuse it | |
I can' t think of words to this music | |
No reason or rhyme to abuse it | |
I can' t think what to say | |
My mind' s a blank today | |
I could write a book this way | |
A diary to an empty day | |
I could write a book | |
Fourteen lines in fourteen days | |
I could write a book this way | |
A diary to an empty day | |
I want to write words to this music | |
But my head' s all set to refuse it | |
I can' t think of words to this music | |
No reason or rhyme to abuse it | |
I can' t think what to say | |
My mind' s a blank today | |
jamming to fade out |
zuò cí : Emerson, Jackson | |
There' s no particular season | |
To lose your wit or your reason | |
It comes together without warning | |
It might be today or the morning | |
I can' t think what to say | |
My mind' s a blank today | |
I want to write words to this music | |
But my head' s all set to refuse it | |
I can' t think of words to this music | |
No reason or rhyme to abuse it | |
I can' t think what to say | |
My mind' s a blank today | |
I could write a book this way | |
A diary to an empty day | |
I could write a book | |
Fourteen lines in fourteen days | |
I could write a book this way | |
A diary to an empty day | |
I want to write words to this music | |
But my head' s all set to refuse it | |
I can' t think of words to this music | |
No reason or rhyme to abuse it | |
I can' t think what to say | |
My mind' s a blank today | |
jamming to fade out |