Song | Haze of Love |
Artist | Cake |
Album | Motorcade of Generosity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : John M. McCrea | |
it's three o'clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it's four. | |
i am thinking of you, | |
wondering what i should i do, | |
but I'm finally cutting through this haze. | |
it's four o'clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it's five. | |
i think i'm alive, | |
and i think i'll survive. | |
i'm finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
i'm in a haze of love. | |
yeah you don't love me like i love you. | |
all though you pretend, | |
i can see this will end. | |
i'm finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
i'm in a haze of love. | |
it's five o'clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it's six. | |
i am sick of your lies. | |
i am sick of your tricks. | |
i'm finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
for days and days and days, | |
for days and days and days, | |
i'm in a haze of love. |
zuo qu : John M. McCrea | |
it' s three o' clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it' s four. | |
i am thinking of you, | |
wondering what i should i do, | |
but I' m finally cutting through this haze. | |
it' s four o' clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it' s five. | |
i think i' m alive, | |
and i think i' ll survive. | |
i' m finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
i' m in a haze of love. | |
yeah you don' t love me like i love you. | |
all though you pretend, | |
i can see this will end. | |
i' m finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
i' m in a haze of love. | |
it' s five o' clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it' s six. | |
i am sick of your lies. | |
i am sick of your tricks. | |
i' m finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
for days and days and days, | |
for days and days and days, | |
i' m in a haze of love. |
zuò qǔ : John M. McCrea | |
it' s three o' clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it' s four. | |
i am thinking of you, | |
wondering what i should i do, | |
but I' m finally cutting through this haze. | |
it' s four o' clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it' s five. | |
i think i' m alive, | |
and i think i' ll survive. | |
i' m finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
i' m in a haze of love. | |
yeah you don' t love me like i love you. | |
all though you pretend, | |
i can see this will end. | |
i' m finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
i' m in a haze of love. | |
it' s five o' clock in the morning, | |
or maybe it' s six. | |
i am sick of your lies. | |
i am sick of your tricks. | |
i' m finally cutting through this haze of love. | |
haze of love. | |
for days and days and days, | |
for days and days and days, | |
for days and days and days, | |
i' m in a haze of love. |