Song | I Feel Alive In The City |
Artist | Zita Swoon |
Album | To Play, To Dreal, To Drift |
作曲 : Carlens | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
I feel alive and it feels so good | |
It seems like I never will be blue again | |
I shake my head and I close my eyes | |
I concentrate on my lucky stars | |
Oh I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
I feel alive in the city | |
though it's cold and grey | |
We give each other the best we have | |
She loves my kisses and I love her cat | |
I shake my head and I close my eyes | |
And send a little prayer to | |
my lucky stars | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
Feel like making my guitar | |
telling her that I don't pretend | |
Feel like the whole world trembles | |
and I love the sounds | |
The cars are passing and the lights | |
are flashing it's a joyful town | |
I feel alive in the city | |
I feel alive in the city | |
I feel alive in the city | |
I remember the days | |
that where mucky and grey | |
When the jokes weren't funny | |
and the melancholy wouldn't go away | |
When the writers were dull | |
and not a soul around that would | |
see you through | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
It's spooky when I think | |
of what I worried about | |
It seems so unreal now that | |
I have no doubts | |
I put my hand on her hips | |
and I close my eyes | |
I move on over to my lucky stars | |
Oh I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend |
zuò qǔ : Carlens | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
I feel alive and it feels so good | |
It seems like I never will be blue again | |
I shake my head and I close my eyes | |
I concentrate on my lucky stars | |
Oh I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
I feel alive in the city | |
though it' s cold and grey | |
We give each other the best we have | |
She loves my kisses and I love her cat | |
I shake my head and I close my eyes | |
And send a little prayer to | |
my lucky stars | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
Feel like making my guitar | |
telling her that I don' t pretend | |
Feel like the whole world trembles | |
and I love the sounds | |
The cars are passing and the lights | |
are flashing it' s a joyful town | |
I feel alive in the city | |
I feel alive in the city | |
I feel alive in the city | |
I remember the days | |
that where mucky and grey | |
When the jokes weren' t funny | |
and the melancholy wouldn' t go away | |
When the writers were dull | |
and not a soul around that would | |
see you through | |
I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend | |
It' s spooky when I think | |
of what I worried about | |
It seems so unreal now that | |
I have no doubts | |
I put my hand on her hips | |
and I close my eyes | |
I move on over to my lucky stars | |
Oh I feel alive in the city | |
and I love my friend |