Four Long Days Lyrics

Song	Four Long Days
Artist	Voxtrot
Album	Mothers, Sisters, Daughters & Wives
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	作曲 : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN
	作词 : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN
	Lights are fading, the feeling is back
	This is the closest thing to disaster
	Keep on fading, snow white into black
	The kind of thing you laugh about after
	And we were stuck, stacking misery
	Four long days, in an ugly town
	We pretend to know about misery
	And never felt the cold sun beating down
	But you will soon
	Watching TV, and flirting with fate
	He drank my cold soul under the table
	Fame and fever, to risk and to lay
	You shouldn't cry you're willing and able
	I have locked, in a great image here
	Avoiding the cop, in an ugly stare
	And staring back, it's what you bargained for
	You never felt the cold sun beating down
	But you will soon
	You had this family to support
	One house and three young children, biting at your hands
	I don't pretend to understand
	But listen, listen, listen, I, I, I , I, I
	Have never liked that look in your eyes
	And I, I, I, I, I
	Am still shouting "please, please, forgive me
	for what I've done"
	What have I done?
	Why is this taking so long?
	The love is cold but
	The engine is warm
	I think of home, I think of the sweet life
	Of sweat and sunshine, and sandals and shorts
	We had to feel my sprain on the hi-fi
	We got bored, in our own living room
	So we got stuck with an ugly fix
	That kills your days, and makes you forget a lot
	And then you feel the hot sun beating down, and you start to cry

	zuo qu : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN
	zuo ci : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN
	Lights are fading, the feeling is back
	This is the closest thing to disaster
	Keep on fading, snow white into black
	The kind of thing you laugh about after
	And we were stuck, stacking misery
	Four long days, in an ugly town
	We pretend to know about misery
	And never felt the cold sun beating down
	But you will soon
	Watching TV, and flirting with fate
	He drank my cold soul under the table
	Fame and fever, to risk and to lay
	You shouldn' t cry you' re willing and able
	I have locked, in a great image here
	Avoiding the cop, in an ugly stare
	And staring back, it' s what you bargained for
	You never felt the cold sun beating down
	But you will soon
	You had this family to support
	One house and three young children, biting at your hands
	I don' t pretend to understand
	But listen, listen, listen, I, I, I , I, I
	Have never liked that look in your eyes
	And I, I, I, I, I
	Am still shouting " please, please, forgive me
	for what I' ve done"
	What have I done?
	Why is this taking so long?
	The love is cold but
	The engine is warm
	I think of home, I think of the sweet life
	Of sweat and sunshine, and sandals and shorts
	We had to feel my sprain on the hifi
	We got bored, in our own living room
	So we got stuck with an ugly fix
	That kills your days, and makes you forget a lot
	And then you feel the hot sun beating down, and you start to cry

	zuò qǔ : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN
	zuò cí : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN
	Lights are fading, the feeling is back
	This is the closest thing to disaster
	Keep on fading, snow white into black
	The kind of thing you laugh about after
	And we were stuck, stacking misery
	Four long days, in an ugly town
	We pretend to know about misery
	And never felt the cold sun beating down
	But you will soon
	Watching TV, and flirting with fate
	He drank my cold soul under the table
	Fame and fever, to risk and to lay
	You shouldn' t cry you' re willing and able
	I have locked, in a great image here
	Avoiding the cop, in an ugly stare
	And staring back, it' s what you bargained for
	You never felt the cold sun beating down
	But you will soon
	You had this family to support
	One house and three young children, biting at your hands
	I don' t pretend to understand
	But listen, listen, listen, I, I, I , I, I
	Have never liked that look in your eyes
	And I, I, I, I, I
	Am still shouting " please, please, forgive me
	for what I' ve done"
	What have I done?
	Why is this taking so long?
	The love is cold but
	The engine is warm
	I think of home, I think of the sweet life
	Of sweat and sunshine, and sandals and shorts
	We had to feel my sprain on the hifi
	We got bored, in our own living room
	So we got stuck with an ugly fix
	That kills your days, and makes you forget a lot
	And then you feel the hot sun beating down, and you start to cry

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