Song | Heart Hotels |
Artist | Dan Fogelberg |
Album | The Very Best Of Dan Fogelberg |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fogelberg | |
Well there's too many windows | |
in this old hotel | |
And rooms filled with reckless pride | |
And the walls have grown sturdy | |
And the halls have worn well | |
But there is nobody living inside | |
Nobody living inside... | |
Gonna pull in the shutters | |
On this heart of mine | |
Roll up the carpets and pull | |
in the blinds | |
And retreat to the chambers that | |
I left behind | |
In hopes there still may be | |
Love left to find | |
Still may be love left to find. | |
Seek inspiration in daily affairs | |
Now your soul is in trouble | |
and requires repairs | |
And the voices you hear at the | |
top of the stairs | |
Are only echoes of unanswered prayers | |
Echoes of unanswered prayers. | |
Well there's too many windows | |
in this old hotel | |
And rooms filled with reckless pride | |
And the walls have grown sturdy | |
And the halls have worn well | |
But there is nobody living inside | |
Nobody living inside... |
zuo ci : Fogelberg | |
Well there' s too many windows | |
in this old hotel | |
And rooms filled with reckless pride | |
And the walls have grown sturdy | |
And the halls have worn well | |
But there is nobody living inside | |
Nobody living inside... | |
Gonna pull in the shutters | |
On this heart of mine | |
Roll up the carpets and pull | |
in the blinds | |
And retreat to the chambers that | |
I left behind | |
In hopes there still may be | |
Love left to find | |
Still may be love left to find. | |
Seek inspiration in daily affairs | |
Now your soul is in trouble | |
and requires repairs | |
And the voices you hear at the | |
top of the stairs | |
Are only echoes of unanswered prayers | |
Echoes of unanswered prayers. | |
Well there' s too many windows | |
in this old hotel | |
And rooms filled with reckless pride | |
And the walls have grown sturdy | |
And the halls have worn well | |
But there is nobody living inside | |
Nobody living inside... |
zuò cí : Fogelberg | |
Well there' s too many windows | |
in this old hotel | |
And rooms filled with reckless pride | |
And the walls have grown sturdy | |
And the halls have worn well | |
But there is nobody living inside | |
Nobody living inside... | |
Gonna pull in the shutters | |
On this heart of mine | |
Roll up the carpets and pull | |
in the blinds | |
And retreat to the chambers that | |
I left behind | |
In hopes there still may be | |
Love left to find | |
Still may be love left to find. | |
Seek inspiration in daily affairs | |
Now your soul is in trouble | |
and requires repairs | |
And the voices you hear at the | |
top of the stairs | |
Are only echoes of unanswered prayers | |
Echoes of unanswered prayers. | |
Well there' s too many windows | |
in this old hotel | |
And rooms filled with reckless pride | |
And the walls have grown sturdy | |
And the halls have worn well | |
But there is nobody living inside | |
Nobody living inside... |