作曲 : Giancarlo Erra | |
turning the key in the lock of the door | |
a sound that I know, played before | |
the cat from the path stares at me laughing | |
going upstairs darkness is falling | |
in the quiet of the evening walking down the streets | |
I can see you wearing lies on your lips | |
days go by, minutes and hours, fading away | |
tomorrow morning will we still have something to say? | |
I taste all my loneliness sat in a room | |
killing the one who drove her to the doom | |
I shout in my head through the noise of this maze | |
she slows it all down smashing my face | |
in the quiet of the evening walking down the streets | |
I can see you wearing lies on your lips | |
days go by, minutes and hours, fading away | |
tomorrow morning will we still have something to say |
zuo qu : Giancarlo Erra | |
turning the key in the lock of the door | |
a sound that I know, played before | |
the cat from the path stares at me laughing | |
going upstairs darkness is falling | |
in the quiet of the evening walking down the streets | |
I can see you wearing lies on your lips | |
days go by, minutes and hours, fading away | |
tomorrow morning will we still have something to say? | |
I taste all my loneliness sat in a room | |
killing the one who drove her to the doom | |
I shout in my head through the noise of this maze | |
she slows it all down smashing my face | |
in the quiet of the evening walking down the streets | |
I can see you wearing lies on your lips | |
days go by, minutes and hours, fading away | |
tomorrow morning will we still have something to say |
zuò qǔ : Giancarlo Erra | |
turning the key in the lock of the door | |
a sound that I know, played before | |
the cat from the path stares at me laughing | |
going upstairs darkness is falling | |
in the quiet of the evening walking down the streets | |
I can see you wearing lies on your lips | |
days go by, minutes and hours, fading away | |
tomorrow morning will we still have something to say? | |
I taste all my loneliness sat in a room | |
killing the one who drove her to the doom | |
I shout in my head through the noise of this maze | |
she slows it all down smashing my face | |
in the quiet of the evening walking down the streets | |
I can see you wearing lies on your lips | |
days go by, minutes and hours, fading away | |
tomorrow morning will we still have something to say |