Song | In The Lowlands |
Artist | Crowded House |
Album | Temple Of Low Men |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Finn | |
Oh Hell, trouble is coming | |
Out here in panic and alarm | |
Black shapes gather in the distance | |
Looks like it won't take long | |
The first drops land on the window | |
The first sign that there's something wrong | |
Light rain and a head full of thunder | |
Which way, which way | |
Two days till | |
I get to you | |
I'll be late if | |
I ever get through | |
Where I go there'll be no kind welcome | |
Coming down upon me | |
Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
Now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
Fear will take the place of desire | |
And we will fan the flames form on high | |
Try for Heavens sake | |
The sky fell underneath a blanket | |
The sun sank as the miles went by | |
Sit back with your head on the pillow | |
When you remember it makes you cry | |
Ghost cars on the freeway | |
Like friends that you thought you had | |
One by one they are disappearing | |
Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
And now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
Fear will take the place of desire | |
And we will fan the flames form on high | |
Form on higher |
zuo ci : Finn | |
Oh Hell, trouble is coming | |
Out here in panic and alarm | |
Black shapes gather in the distance | |
Looks like it won' t take long | |
The first drops land on the window | |
The first sign that there' s something wrong | |
Light rain and a head full of thunder | |
Which way, which way | |
Two days till | |
I get to you | |
I' ll be late if | |
I ever get through | |
Where I go there' ll be no kind welcome | |
Coming down upon me | |
Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
Now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
Fear will take the place of desire | |
And we will fan the flames form on high | |
Try for Heavens sake | |
The sky fell underneath a blanket | |
The sun sank as the miles went by | |
Sit back with your head on the pillow | |
When you remember it makes you cry | |
Ghost cars on the freeway | |
Like friends that you thought you had | |
One by one they are disappearing | |
Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
And now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
Fear will take the place of desire | |
And we will fan the flames form on high | |
Form on higher |
zuò cí : Finn | |
Oh Hell, trouble is coming | |
Out here in panic and alarm | |
Black shapes gather in the distance | |
Looks like it won' t take long | |
The first drops land on the window | |
The first sign that there' s something wrong | |
Light rain and a head full of thunder | |
Which way, which way | |
Two days till | |
I get to you | |
I' ll be late if | |
I ever get through | |
Where I go there' ll be no kind welcome | |
Coming down upon me | |
Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
Now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
Fear will take the place of desire | |
And we will fan the flames form on high | |
Try for Heavens sake | |
The sky fell underneath a blanket | |
The sun sank as the miles went by | |
Sit back with your head on the pillow | |
When you remember it makes you cry | |
Ghost cars on the freeway | |
Like friends that you thought you had | |
One by one they are disappearing | |
Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
And now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
Fear will take the place of desire | |
And we will fan the flames form on high | |
Form on higher |