Song | Deserted Cities Of The Heart - Live At Oakland |
Artist | Cream |
Album | Live Cream Volume 2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jack Bruce & Peter Brown | |
On these streets where the time had died | |
The golden treat you never tried | |
In times of old, in days gone by | |
If I could catch your dancing eye | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yea | |
The street is cold, its trees are gone | |
The story's told, the dark has won | |
Once we set sail to catch a star | |
We had to fail, it was too far | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yea | |
I've felt the wind shout like a drum | |
You said, "My friend, love's end has comeIt couldn't last, had to stopYou drained it all to the last drop" | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams | |
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yea | |
On these dark streets, the sun is black | |
The winter life is coming back | |
On these dark streets, it's cold inside | |
There's no retreat from time that's died | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams | |
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams | |
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea | |
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yea | |
Now my heart's drowned in no love |
zuo qu : Jack Bruce Peter Brown | |
On these streets where the time had died | |
The golden treat you never tried | |
In times of old, in days gone by | |
If I could catch your dancing eye | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
The street is cold, its trees are gone | |
The story' s told, the dark has won | |
Once we set sail to catch a star | |
We had to fail, it was too far | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
I' ve felt the wind shout like a drum | |
You said, " My friend, love' s end has comeIt couldn' t last, had to stopYou drained it all to the last drop" | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
On these dark streets, the sun is black | |
The winter life is coming back | |
On these dark streets, it' s cold inside | |
There' s no retreat from time that' s died | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams | |
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love |
zuò qǔ : Jack Bruce Peter Brown | |
On these streets where the time had died | |
The golden treat you never tried | |
In times of old, in days gone by | |
If I could catch your dancing eye | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
The street is cold, its trees are gone | |
The story' s told, the dark has won | |
Once we set sail to catch a star | |
We had to fail, it was too far | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
I' ve felt the wind shout like a drum | |
You said, " My friend, love' s end has comeIt couldn' t last, had to stopYou drained it all to the last drop" | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
On these dark streets, the sun is black | |
The winter life is coming back | |
On these dark streets, it' s cold inside | |
There' s no retreat from time that' s died | |
It was on the way | |
On the road to dreams | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams | |
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love streams, yea | |
Now my heart' s drowned in no love |