Song | Out on the Street |
Artist | Uriah Heep |
Album | Conquest |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hensley | |
Out on the street, dead on my feet | |
At the mercy of the stone-cold night | |
It's hard to compete | |
In a dead-end street | |
With frustration in your line of sight | |
Do you ever stop to think | |
Do you ever stop at all | |
Do you have the time to feel | |
And if you do | |
Do you know the feeling's real | |
Followed a sign that | |
Pointed the way | |
And I found myself | |
Right back at that start | |
I like to feel good | |
I've tried feeling sad | |
But I can't stand a broken heart | |
Don't wanna wait till my dyin' day | |
To realise | |
I guess I'm lucky in | |
A strange kinda way'cause it's clear before my eyes | |
A grey cloud they say | |
Hides a surprise | |
But it rained until | |
I lost my belief | |
Just close your eyes | |
We'll show you the way | |
But I believe | |
I've lost my faith | |
One man speaks and one man does | |
While another soul wields the sword | |
I hear you all, but | |
I still can't see | |
Just who it is | |
Who speaks the chosen word |
zuo ci : Hensley | |
Out on the street, dead on my feet | |
At the mercy of the stonecold night | |
It' s hard to compete | |
In a deadend street | |
With frustration in your line of sight | |
Do you ever stop to think | |
Do you ever stop at all | |
Do you have the time to feel | |
And if you do | |
Do you know the feeling' s real | |
Followed a sign that | |
Pointed the way | |
And I found myself | |
Right back at that start | |
I like to feel good | |
I' ve tried feeling sad | |
But I can' t stand a broken heart | |
Don' t wanna wait till my dyin' day | |
To realise | |
I guess I' m lucky in | |
A strange kinda way' cause it' s clear before my eyes | |
A grey cloud they say | |
Hides a surprise | |
But it rained until | |
I lost my belief | |
Just close your eyes | |
We' ll show you the way | |
But I believe | |
I' ve lost my faith | |
One man speaks and one man does | |
While another soul wields the sword | |
I hear you all, but | |
I still can' t see | |
Just who it is | |
Who speaks the chosen word |
zuò cí : Hensley | |
Out on the street, dead on my feet | |
At the mercy of the stonecold night | |
It' s hard to compete | |
In a deadend street | |
With frustration in your line of sight | |
Do you ever stop to think | |
Do you ever stop at all | |
Do you have the time to feel | |
And if you do | |
Do you know the feeling' s real | |
Followed a sign that | |
Pointed the way | |
And I found myself | |
Right back at that start | |
I like to feel good | |
I' ve tried feeling sad | |
But I can' t stand a broken heart | |
Don' t wanna wait till my dyin' day | |
To realise | |
I guess I' m lucky in | |
A strange kinda way' cause it' s clear before my eyes | |
A grey cloud they say | |
Hides a surprise | |
But it rained until | |
I lost my belief | |
Just close your eyes | |
We' ll show you the way | |
But I believe | |
I' ve lost my faith | |
One man speaks and one man does | |
While another soul wields the sword | |
I hear you all, but | |
I still can' t see | |
Just who it is | |
Who speaks the chosen word |