Song | White Room - Live At Oakland |
Artist | Cream |
Album | Those Were The Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jack Bruce & Peter Brown | |
In the white room with black curtains near the station | |
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings | |
Silver horses, ran-down moonbeams, in your dark eyes | |
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving my contentment | |
I'll wait in this place | |
Where the sun never shines | |
Wait in this place | |
Where the shadows run from themselves | |
You said no strings could secure you at the station | |
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows | |
I walked into such a sad time at the station | |
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning | |
I'll wait in the queue | |
When the trains come back | |
Lie with you | |
Where the shadows run from themselves | |
At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd | |
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten | |
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes | |
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings | |
I'll sleep in this place | |
With the lonely crowd | |
Lie in the dark | |
Where the shadows run from themselves |
zuo qu : Jack Bruce Peter Brown | |
In the white room with black curtains near the station | |
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings | |
Silver horses, randown moonbeams, in your dark eyes | |
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving my contentment | |
I' ll wait in this place | |
Where the sun never shines | |
Wait in this place | |
Where the shadows run from themselves | |
You said no strings could secure you at the station | |
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows | |
I walked into such a sad time at the station | |
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning | |
I' ll wait in the queue | |
When the trains come back | |
Lie with you | |
Where the shadows run from themselves | |
At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd | |
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten | |
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes | |
She' s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings | |
I' ll sleep in this place | |
With the lonely crowd | |
Lie in the dark | |
Where the shadows run from themselves |
zuò qǔ : Jack Bruce Peter Brown | |
In the white room with black curtains near the station | |
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings | |
Silver horses, randown moonbeams, in your dark eyes | |
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving my contentment | |
I' ll wait in this place | |
Where the sun never shines | |
Wait in this place | |
Where the shadows run from themselves | |
You said no strings could secure you at the station | |
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows | |
I walked into such a sad time at the station | |
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning | |
I' ll wait in the queue | |
When the trains come back | |
Lie with you | |
Where the shadows run from themselves | |
At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd | |
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten | |
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes | |
She' s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings | |
I' ll sleep in this place | |
With the lonely crowd | |
Lie in the dark | |
Where the shadows run from themselves |