Song | Chasing Hamburg |
Artist | Polar Bear Club |
Album | Chasing Hamburg |
作曲 : Polar Bear Club | |
When I walk, I run | |
'Cause I'm far behind now | |
Been climbing long | |
In my sleep I hear starter guns | |
It seems less wrong | |
To live this life | |
Back to front | |
No chase at all | |
Today the mirror shows | |
All the things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
And I watch the shows | |
From behind the players | |
A voyeur to | |
The smiling payers | |
I'll live this night until my end | |
The lows are low | |
But the heights are home | |
And tonight the chase is on | |
Today the mirror shows | |
All the things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
We're gonna waste and wither | |
With the stories that bore our friends | |
We're gonna cling to bitter memories | |
Until the spots go dim | |
Mistakes that you made light of | |
Start weighing you down | |
When there's no more, well at least yours | |
It's just you and the ground | |
You think that there's no more room for love | |
There's no more room for love, there's no more room for love | |
There's no more room for love, there's no more room for love | |
And then the lights go up | |
Today the mirror shows all | |
The things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
We're gonna waste and wither | |
With the stories that bore our friends | |
We're gonna cling to bitter memories | |
Until the spots go dim | |
Today the mirror shows all | |
The things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
There's no more room for love | |
There's no more room for love | |
There's no more room for love | |
And then the lights go |
zuò qǔ : Polar Bear Club | |
When I walk, I run | |
' Cause I' m far behind now | |
Been climbing long | |
In my sleep I hear starter guns | |
It seems less wrong | |
To live this life | |
Back to front | |
No chase at all | |
Today the mirror shows | |
All the things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
And I watch the shows | |
From behind the players | |
A voyeur to | |
The smiling payers | |
I' ll live this night until my end | |
The lows are low | |
But the heights are home | |
And tonight the chase is on | |
Today the mirror shows | |
All the things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
We' re gonna waste and wither | |
With the stories that bore our friends | |
We' re gonna cling to bitter memories | |
Until the spots go dim | |
Mistakes that you made light of | |
Start weighing you down | |
When there' s no more, well at least yours | |
It' s just you and the ground | |
You think that there' s no more room for love | |
There' s no more room for love, there' s no more room for love | |
There' s no more room for love, there' s no more room for love | |
And then the lights go up | |
Today the mirror shows all | |
The things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
We' re gonna waste and wither | |
With the stories that bore our friends | |
We' re gonna cling to bitter memories | |
Until the spots go dim | |
Today the mirror shows all | |
The things that fade | |
But there are lots like us | |
With no grave but the stage | |
There' s no more room for love | |
There' s no more room for love | |
There' s no more room for love | |
And then the lights go |