Song | Night Cab |
Artist | Tina Dico |
Album | Count to Ten |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dico | |
The raindrops on the roof of the car | |
Sound like a warning | |
I'm alone in the backseat | |
And in the clouded sky a pondering star | |
Waits for morning | |
To go back to sleep | |
There's a great big world out there | |
Of good and bad and everything in between | |
I've got my own small world in here | |
Of happy and sad and the little | |
I have seen | |
Keep driving, keep driving | |
The silent lamppost bows down its head | |
Encircled by darkness | |
With time on its side | |
And when everyone | |
I know are in bed | |
My light shines the sharpest | |
Across the divide | |
There's a deep blue sea out there | |
Of birth and death and the lovely mess in between | |
I've got my own short life in here | |
Going to God-knows-where in this fast machine | |
Keep driving, keep driving | |
Through the city, past the billboards | |
Selling hope to hopeless souls | |
To the outskirts where every locked door | |
Has seen things that no-one knows | |
Past the beaches where the wind blows | |
And the waves caress the shore | |
Through the forest where a tree grows | |
For two hundred years or more | |
The raindrops on the roof of the car | |
Sound like a warning | |
I'm alone in the backseat | |
And in the clouded sky a lonesome star | |
Waits for morning | |
To go back to sleep |
zuo qu : Dico | |
The raindrops on the roof of the car | |
Sound like a warning | |
I' m alone in the backseat | |
And in the clouded sky a pondering star | |
Waits for morning | |
To go back to sleep | |
There' s a great big world out there | |
Of good and bad and everything in between | |
I' ve got my own small world in here | |
Of happy and sad and the little | |
I have seen | |
Keep driving, keep driving | |
The silent lamppost bows down its head | |
Encircled by darkness | |
With time on its side | |
And when everyone | |
I know are in bed | |
My light shines the sharpest | |
Across the divide | |
There' s a deep blue sea out there | |
Of birth and death and the lovely mess in between | |
I' ve got my own short life in here | |
Going to Godknowswhere in this fast machine | |
Keep driving, keep driving | |
Through the city, past the billboards | |
Selling hope to hopeless souls | |
To the outskirts where every locked door | |
Has seen things that noone knows | |
Past the beaches where the wind blows | |
And the waves caress the shore | |
Through the forest where a tree grows | |
For two hundred years or more | |
The raindrops on the roof of the car | |
Sound like a warning | |
I' m alone in the backseat | |
And in the clouded sky a lonesome star | |
Waits for morning | |
To go back to sleep |
zuò qǔ : Dico | |
The raindrops on the roof of the car | |
Sound like a warning | |
I' m alone in the backseat | |
And in the clouded sky a pondering star | |
Waits for morning | |
To go back to sleep | |
There' s a great big world out there | |
Of good and bad and everything in between | |
I' ve got my own small world in here | |
Of happy and sad and the little | |
I have seen | |
Keep driving, keep driving | |
The silent lamppost bows down its head | |
Encircled by darkness | |
With time on its side | |
And when everyone | |
I know are in bed | |
My light shines the sharpest | |
Across the divide | |
There' s a deep blue sea out there | |
Of birth and death and the lovely mess in between | |
I' ve got my own short life in here | |
Going to Godknowswhere in this fast machine | |
Keep driving, keep driving | |
Through the city, past the billboards | |
Selling hope to hopeless souls | |
To the outskirts where every locked door | |
Has seen things that noone knows | |
Past the beaches where the wind blows | |
And the waves caress the shore | |
Through the forest where a tree grows | |
For two hundred years or more | |
The raindrops on the roof of the car | |
Sound like a warning | |
I' m alone in the backseat | |
And in the clouded sky a lonesome star | |
Waits for morning | |
To go back to sleep |