Song | Less Than Pure |
Artist | a-ha |
Album | Lifelines |
作词 : Waaktaan-Savoy | |
We're going to go downtown | |
I hear this great new place has opened up | |
And when we get there | |
I don't know | |
It's taken ages | |
Don't you know | |
How long how long | |
Will this go on | |
How long how long | |
Time drags on | |
How long I find | |
I can't go on much longer now | |
But the place in question's hard to find | |
Not a cab ride to the door | |
As you wonder in your doubtful mind | |
Is it really worth all that and more | |
We seem to be a little lost or something | |
I'm not really sure about the choice we're making | |
The toil it's taking on | |
How long how long | |
Will this go on | |
How long how long | |
The time drags on | |
How long I find | |
I can't go on much longer now | |
But the place in question's hard to find | |
Like an illness with no cure | |
And our heads are getting wearier | |
And our hearts are less than pure | |
Less than pure | |
How long I find | |
I can't go on much longer now | |
And the place in question's hard to find | |
Not a cab ride to the door | |
And our heads are getting wearier | |
And our hearts are less than pure |
zuò cí : WaaktaanSavoy | |
We' re going to go downtown | |
I hear this great new place has opened up | |
And when we get there | |
I don' t know | |
It' s taken ages | |
Don' t you know | |
How long how long | |
Will this go on | |
How long how long | |
Time drags on | |
How long I find | |
I can' t go on much longer now | |
But the place in question' s hard to find | |
Not a cab ride to the door | |
As you wonder in your doubtful mind | |
Is it really worth all that and more | |
We seem to be a little lost or something | |
I' m not really sure about the choice we' re making | |
The toil it' s taking on | |
How long how long | |
Will this go on | |
How long how long | |
The time drags on | |
How long I find | |
I can' t go on much longer now | |
But the place in question' s hard to find | |
Like an illness with no cure | |
And our heads are getting wearier | |
And our hearts are less than pure | |
Less than pure | |
How long I find | |
I can' t go on much longer now | |
And the place in question' s hard to find | |
Not a cab ride to the door | |
And our heads are getting wearier | |
And our hearts are less than pure |