Song | In Shreds |
Artist | The Chameleons |
Album | Live at the Gallery Club, Manchester, 1982 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Burgess, Chameleons UK | |
I grasp at life's fading light | |
I need you tonight | |
I need to be heard | |
Your actions speak louder than words | |
Ignored by you all | |
I stumble and fall | |
I suddenly knew | |
My life meant nothing at all | |
In shreds, I stare down at the street | |
Yearning for sleep | |
That blissful escape | |
But when it comes it's always too late | |
The whore in my bed | |
The noise in my head | |
A hole in my pride | |
It's coming and there's nowhere to hide | |
It seems to me to be self-contradictory | |
It seems to me you count your victories while they're there | |
Ignored by you all | |
I stumble and fall | |
I suddenly knew | |
My life meant nothing at all | |
The whore in my bed | |
The noise in my head | |
The hole in my pride | |
It's coming and there's nowhere to hide | |
It seems to me to be self-contradictory | |
It seems to me you count your blessings while they're there | |
You count your blessings while they're there | |
Count your victories while they're there | |
It seems, it seems, it seems | |
It seems to me | |
To be | |
To be self-contradictory | |
It seems to me you've become part of the machinery | |
Part of the machinery | |
Part of the machinery | |
Become part of the machinery | |
Machinery |
zuo ci : Burgess, Chameleons UK | |
I grasp at life' s fading light | |
I need you tonight | |
I need to be heard | |
Your actions speak louder than words | |
Ignored by you all | |
I stumble and fall | |
I suddenly knew | |
My life meant nothing at all | |
In shreds, I stare down at the street | |
Yearning for sleep | |
That blissful escape | |
But when it comes it' s always too late | |
The whore in my bed | |
The noise in my head | |
A hole in my pride | |
It' s coming and there' s nowhere to hide | |
It seems to me to be selfcontradictory | |
It seems to me you count your victories while they' re there | |
Ignored by you all | |
I stumble and fall | |
I suddenly knew | |
My life meant nothing at all | |
The whore in my bed | |
The noise in my head | |
The hole in my pride | |
It' s coming and there' s nowhere to hide | |
It seems to me to be selfcontradictory | |
It seems to me you count your blessings while they' re there | |
You count your blessings while they' re there | |
Count your victories while they' re there | |
It seems, it seems, it seems | |
It seems to me | |
To be | |
To be selfcontradictory | |
It seems to me you' ve become part of the machinery | |
Part of the machinery | |
Part of the machinery | |
Become part of the machinery | |
Machinery |
zuò cí : Burgess, Chameleons UK | |
I grasp at life' s fading light | |
I need you tonight | |
I need to be heard | |
Your actions speak louder than words | |
Ignored by you all | |
I stumble and fall | |
I suddenly knew | |
My life meant nothing at all | |
In shreds, I stare down at the street | |
Yearning for sleep | |
That blissful escape | |
But when it comes it' s always too late | |
The whore in my bed | |
The noise in my head | |
A hole in my pride | |
It' s coming and there' s nowhere to hide | |
It seems to me to be selfcontradictory | |
It seems to me you count your victories while they' re there | |
Ignored by you all | |
I stumble and fall | |
I suddenly knew | |
My life meant nothing at all | |
The whore in my bed | |
The noise in my head | |
The hole in my pride | |
It' s coming and there' s nowhere to hide | |
It seems to me to be selfcontradictory | |
It seems to me you count your blessings while they' re there | |
You count your blessings while they' re there | |
Count your victories while they' re there | |
It seems, it seems, it seems | |
It seems to me | |
To be | |
To be selfcontradictory | |
It seems to me you' ve become part of the machinery | |
Part of the machinery | |
Part of the machinery | |
Become part of the machinery | |
Machinery |