Song | Tonight Is Alive |
Artist | Broadway Calls |
Album | Good Views, Bad News |
作曲 : Broadway Calls | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
References to common sense | |
Have no place in times like this | |
Trust me friends, I'm a fan of sleeping | |
But tonight adventure conquers dreaming | |
So let's welcome the night like fireflies | |
Let's run down the sidewalk and scream at the sky | |
Use the rest of your breath to tell your stories or sing | |
And bounce off the walls, trade the floor for the ceiling | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
This is a request | |
Crawl out from graves of regret | |
This is a request | |
Don't waste your time tonight | |
From the city lights to the backyard skies | |
The dark, sweaty rooms that shape our lives | |
I don't know much | |
But I know tonight's alive | |
Opinions of nocturnal love | |
Without poet's charm or wit | |
Misunderstood to passersby | |
But loud and clear to misfit kids | |
So let's welcome the night like fireflies | |
Let's run down the sidewalk and scream at the sky | |
Use the rest of your breath to tell your stories or sing | |
And bounce off the walls, trade the floor for the ceiling | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
This is a request | |
Crawl out from graves of regret | |
This is a request | |
Don't waste your time tonight | |
From the city lights to the backyard skies | |
The dark, sweaty rooms that shape our lives | |
I don't know much | |
But I know tonight's alive | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I'm singing for all of you | |
This is a request | |
Crawl out from graves of regret | |
This is a request | |
Don't waste your time tonight | |
From the city lights to the backyard skies | |
The dark, sweaty rooms that shape our lives | |
I don't know much | |
But I know tonight's alive | |
I don't know much | |
But I know tonight's alive | |
I don't know much | |
But I know tonight's alive |
zuò qǔ : Broadway Calls | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
References to common sense | |
Have no place in times like this | |
Trust me friends, I' m a fan of sleeping | |
But tonight adventure conquers dreaming | |
So let' s welcome the night like fireflies | |
Let' s run down the sidewalk and scream at the sky | |
Use the rest of your breath to tell your stories or sing | |
And bounce off the walls, trade the floor for the ceiling | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
This is a request | |
Crawl out from graves of regret | |
This is a request | |
Don' t waste your time tonight | |
From the city lights to the backyard skies | |
The dark, sweaty rooms that shape our lives | |
I don' t know much | |
But I know tonight' s alive | |
Opinions of nocturnal love | |
Without poet' s charm or wit | |
Misunderstood to passersby | |
But loud and clear to misfit kids | |
So let' s welcome the night like fireflies | |
Let' s run down the sidewalk and scream at the sky | |
Use the rest of your breath to tell your stories or sing | |
And bounce off the walls, trade the floor for the ceiling | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
This is a request | |
Crawl out from graves of regret | |
This is a request | |
Don' t waste your time tonight | |
From the city lights to the backyard skies | |
The dark, sweaty rooms that shape our lives | |
I don' t know much | |
But I know tonight' s alive | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
Whoa, I' m singing for all of you | |
This is a request | |
Crawl out from graves of regret | |
This is a request | |
Don' t waste your time tonight | |
From the city lights to the backyard skies | |
The dark, sweaty rooms that shape our lives | |
I don' t know much | |
But I know tonight' s alive | |
I don' t know much | |
But I know tonight' s alive | |
I don' t know much | |
But I know tonight' s alive |