Song | The Light Behind My Head - normal |
Artist | Dolorean |
Album | Not Exotic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : James | |
1, 2, 3, 4 | |
Sometimes I try | |
To be a fighterpilot | |
Cause you can't see my eyes | |
Through the goggles and helmet | |
And I'm always right | |
Alone in the cockpit | |
If I lose my mind | |
I'll just press eject | |
And drift down like a lazy dove | |
Oft' times I love you quite cowardly | |
But I still think it's love | |
I still think it's love | |
Do you see the shadow I cast? | |
Or the light behind my head? | |
Am I your winterprince? | |
Are you my springtime hen? | |
And when I lay sick | |
And fevered in a bed | |
Would you read from the scriptures? | |
Repeat what the prophets said? | |
A voice that cries out from the mountain above | |
Oft' times I love you quite cowardly | |
But I still think it's love | |
I still think it's love |
zuo qu : James | |
1, 2, 3, 4 | |
Sometimes I try | |
To be a fighterpilot | |
Cause you can' t see my eyes | |
Through the goggles and helmet | |
And I' m always right | |
Alone in the cockpit | |
If I lose my mind | |
I' ll just press eject | |
And drift down like a lazy dove | |
Oft' times I love you quite cowardly | |
But I still think it' s love | |
I still think it' s love | |
Do you see the shadow I cast? | |
Or the light behind my head? | |
Am I your winterprince? | |
Are you my springtime hen? | |
And when I lay sick | |
And fevered in a bed | |
Would you read from the scriptures? | |
Repeat what the prophets said? | |
A voice that cries out from the mountain above | |
Oft' times I love you quite cowardly | |
But I still think it' s love | |
I still think it' s love |
zuò qǔ : James | |
1, 2, 3, 4 | |
Sometimes I try | |
To be a fighterpilot | |
Cause you can' t see my eyes | |
Through the goggles and helmet | |
And I' m always right | |
Alone in the cockpit | |
If I lose my mind | |
I' ll just press eject | |
And drift down like a lazy dove | |
Oft' times I love you quite cowardly | |
But I still think it' s love | |
I still think it' s love | |
Do you see the shadow I cast? | |
Or the light behind my head? | |
Am I your winterprince? | |
Are you my springtime hen? | |
And when I lay sick | |
And fevered in a bed | |
Would you read from the scriptures? | |
Repeat what the prophets said? | |
A voice that cries out from the mountain above | |
Oft' times I love you quite cowardly | |
But I still think it' s love | |
I still think it' s love |