Song | Living In My Limousine - Remix |
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. |