| Song | Living In My Limousine |
| Artist | Bill Nelson |
| Album | Quit Dreaming (And Get On The Beam) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bill Nelson | |
| 作词 : Nelson | |
| Frozen by the forward speed, | |
| I'm running from the outside world, | |
| Making tracks from zone to zone, | |
| Nowhere left to call my own, | |
| Always burning up the miles, | |
| Real events just pass me by, | |
| Locked inside my limousine, | |
| See my face behind the screen ... | |
| Something living ... | |
| There's something living, | |
| Living in my limousine. | |
| One hand on the steering wheel, | |
| I'm listening to the dynaflow, | |
| Counting moments in my mind, | |
| Like a traveller in time, | |
| Passing fields of clouds and trees, | |
| Water gardens in the rain, | |
| Sculpted by velocity, | |
| Everything appears the same. | |
| Something living ... | |
| There's something living, | |
| Living in my limousine. |
| zuo qu : Bill Nelson | |
| zuo ci : Nelson | |
| Frozen by the forward speed, | |
| I' m running from the outside world, | |
| Making tracks from zone to zone, | |
| Nowhere left to call my own, | |
| Always burning up the miles, | |
| Real events just pass me by, | |
| Locked inside my limousine, | |
| See my face behind the screen ... | |
| Something living ... | |
| There' s something living, | |
| Living in my limousine. | |
| One hand on the steering wheel, | |
| I' m listening to the dynaflow, | |
| Counting moments in my mind, | |
| Like a traveller in time, | |
| Passing fields of clouds and trees, | |
| Water gardens in the rain, | |
| Sculpted by velocity, | |
| Everything appears the same. | |
| Something living ... | |
| There' s something living, | |
| Living in my limousine. |
| zuò qǔ : Bill Nelson | |
| zuò cí : Nelson | |
| Frozen by the forward speed, | |
| I' m running from the outside world, | |
| Making tracks from zone to zone, | |
| Nowhere left to call my own, | |
| Always burning up the miles, | |
| Real events just pass me by, | |
| Locked inside my limousine, | |
| See my face behind the screen ... | |
| Something living ... | |
| There' s something living, | |
| Living in my limousine. | |
| One hand on the steering wheel, | |
| I' m listening to the dynaflow, | |
| Counting moments in my mind, | |
| Like a traveller in time, | |
| Passing fields of clouds and trees, | |
| Water gardens in the rain, | |
| Sculpted by velocity, | |
| Everything appears the same. | |
| Something living ... | |
| There' s something living, | |
| Living in my limousine. |