Song | Blonde Over Blue |
Artist | Billy Joel |
Album | River Of Dreams |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Joel | |
Some days when I'm far away | |
In a lonely room in a cold seclusion | |
Some nights when I'm wound so tight | |
There is no release, there is no solution | |
In hell there's a big hotel | |
Where the bar just closed and the windows never opened | |
No phone so you can't call home | |
And the TV works, but the clicker is broken | |
But in the darkness I see your light turned on | |
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to | |
CHORUS | |
Blonde over blue | |
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire | |
Blonde over blue | |
They shine as though you're burning inside | |
One word from you is all I need to be inspired | |
Blonde over blue | |
I need your inspiration tonight | |
These days there's a million ways | |
To be pulled and torn, to be misdirected | |
These times there are sins and crimes | |
On the morning shows for the disconnected | |
I look and I write my book | |
And I walk away with the wrong impressions | |
I don't care 'cause I've done my share | |
And I need some time for my own obsessions | |
It doesn't matter, I've let that life go by | |
It's been forgotten 'cause all I wanted was you | |
CHORUS | |
These days not a damn soul prays | |
And there is no faith 'cause there's nothing to believe in | |
These days only good luck pays | |
If we don't get paid then we try to get even | |
I look and I write my book | |
And I have my say and I draw conclusions | |
Some nights when I'm wound so tight | |
There is no release, there is no solution | |
But in the darkness I see your light turned on | |
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to | |
CHORUS |
zuo ci : Joel | |
Some days when I' m far away | |
In a lonely room in a cold seclusion | |
Some nights when I' m wound so tight | |
There is no release, there is no solution | |
In hell there' s a big hotel | |
Where the bar just closed and the windows never opened | |
No phone so you can' t call home | |
And the TV works, but the clicker is broken | |
But in the darkness I see your light turned on | |
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to | |
CHORUS | |
Blonde over blue | |
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire | |
Blonde over blue | |
They shine as though you' re burning inside | |
One word from you is all I need to be inspired | |
Blonde over blue | |
I need your inspiration tonight | |
These days there' s a million ways | |
To be pulled and torn, to be misdirected | |
These times there are sins and crimes | |
On the morning shows for the disconnected | |
I look and I write my book | |
And I walk away with the wrong impressions | |
I don' t care ' cause I' ve done my share | |
And I need some time for my own obsessions | |
It doesn' t matter, I' ve let that life go by | |
It' s been forgotten ' cause all I wanted was you | |
CHORUS | |
These days not a damn soul prays | |
And there is no faith ' cause there' s nothing to believe in | |
These days only good luck pays | |
If we don' t get paid then we try to get even | |
I look and I write my book | |
And I have my say and I draw conclusions | |
Some nights when I' m wound so tight | |
There is no release, there is no solution | |
But in the darkness I see your light turned on | |
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to | |
CHORUS |
zuò cí : Joel | |
Some days when I' m far away | |
In a lonely room in a cold seclusion | |
Some nights when I' m wound so tight | |
There is no release, there is no solution | |
In hell there' s a big hotel | |
Where the bar just closed and the windows never opened | |
No phone so you can' t call home | |
And the TV works, but the clicker is broken | |
But in the darkness I see your light turned on | |
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to | |
CHORUS | |
Blonde over blue | |
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire | |
Blonde over blue | |
They shine as though you' re burning inside | |
One word from you is all I need to be inspired | |
Blonde over blue | |
I need your inspiration tonight | |
These days there' s a million ways | |
To be pulled and torn, to be misdirected | |
These times there are sins and crimes | |
On the morning shows for the disconnected | |
I look and I write my book | |
And I walk away with the wrong impressions | |
I don' t care ' cause I' ve done my share | |
And I need some time for my own obsessions | |
It doesn' t matter, I' ve let that life go by | |
It' s been forgotten ' cause all I wanted was you | |
CHORUS | |
These days not a damn soul prays | |
And there is no faith ' cause there' s nothing to believe in | |
These days only good luck pays | |
If we don' t get paid then we try to get even | |
I look and I write my book | |
And I have my say and I draw conclusions | |
Some nights when I' m wound so tight | |
There is no release, there is no solution | |
But in the darkness I see your light turned on | |
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to | |
CHORUS |