This Side Of The Morning Lyrics
| Song | This Side Of The Morning |
| Artist | Del Amitri |
| Album | Waking Hours |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Currie | |
| Nobody's perfect and that's something that | |
| I'm sure she'll know' | |
| Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times | |
| Is like trying to divide ice from snow | |
| And when I knew it was over, | |
| I jumped into a taxi | |
| And said, "Just guess where to go" | |
| And the driver turned about and said"Finding what you want is like trying to divide ice from snow" | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love's a hazard that | |
| I'd never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn't care less, | |
| I couldn't care less | |
| And nobody's helpless, although | |
| I've never felt this helpless before | |
| And trying to persuade myself not to think about her | |
| Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour | |
| So I put down the bottle | |
| While in my head time is collapsing | |
| And the currents run cold | |
| So I can curse her memory | |
| But don't try telling me that she was not | |
| An emerald in a mountain of coal | |
| Or that there's a crock of cures for cancer | |
| At the end of the rainbow | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love's a hazard | |
| That I'd never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn't care less | |
| And she's the kind of girl who won't forgive | |
| But will forget | |
| So take me from this party, driver | |
| Put me back to bed | |
| I wanted to be loved | |
| But just got laughed at instead | |
| So if this taxi is for hire, | |
| I'll get in the back | |
| Just to fear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres | |
| So nobody's perfect and that's something that | |
| I'm sure she'll know | |
| Trying to persuade myself, not to think about her is like | |
| Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow | |
| Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love's a hazard | |
| That'd I'd never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
| Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn't care less |
| zuo ci : Currie | |
| Nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
| I' m sure she' ll know' | |
| Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times | |
| Is like trying to divide ice from snow | |
| And when I knew it was over, | |
| I jumped into a taxi | |
| And said, " Just guess where to go" | |
| And the driver turned about and said" Finding what you want is like trying to divide ice from snow" | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love' s a hazard that | |
| I' d never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn' t care less, | |
| I couldn' t care less | |
| And nobody' s helpless, although | |
| I' ve never felt this helpless before | |
| And trying to persuade myself not to think about her | |
| Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour | |
| So I put down the bottle | |
| While in my head time is collapsing | |
| And the currents run cold | |
| So I can curse her memory | |
| But don' t try telling me that she was not | |
| An emerald in a mountain of coal | |
| Or that there' s a crock of cures for cancer | |
| At the end of the rainbow | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love' s a hazard | |
| That I' d never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn' t care less | |
| And she' s the kind of girl who won' t forgive | |
| But will forget | |
| So take me from this party, driver | |
| Put me back to bed | |
| I wanted to be loved | |
| But just got laughed at instead | |
| So if this taxi is for hire, | |
| I' ll get in the back | |
| Just to fear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres | |
| So nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
| I' m sure she' ll know | |
| Trying to persuade myself, not to think about her is like | |
| Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow | |
| Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love' s a hazard | |
| That' d I' d never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
| Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn' t care less |
| zuò cí : Currie | |
| Nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
| I' m sure she' ll know' | |
| Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times | |
| Is like trying to divide ice from snow | |
| And when I knew it was over, | |
| I jumped into a taxi | |
| And said, " Just guess where to go" | |
| And the driver turned about and said" Finding what you want is like trying to divide ice from snow" | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love' s a hazard that | |
| I' d never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn' t care less, | |
| I couldn' t care less | |
| And nobody' s helpless, although | |
| I' ve never felt this helpless before | |
| And trying to persuade myself not to think about her | |
| Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour | |
| So I put down the bottle | |
| While in my head time is collapsing | |
| And the currents run cold | |
| So I can curse her memory | |
| But don' t try telling me that she was not | |
| An emerald in a mountain of coal | |
| Or that there' s a crock of cures for cancer | |
| At the end of the rainbow | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love' s a hazard | |
| That I' d never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn' t care less | |
| And she' s the kind of girl who won' t forgive | |
| But will forget | |
| So take me from this party, driver | |
| Put me back to bed | |
| I wanted to be loved | |
| But just got laughed at instead | |
| So if this taxi is for hire, | |
| I' ll get in the back | |
| Just to fear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres | |
| So nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
| I' m sure she' ll know | |
| Trying to persuade myself, not to think about her is like | |
| Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow | |
| Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal | |
| So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
| Knowing love' s a hazard | |
| That' d I' d never guessed | |
| But from this side of the morning | |
| Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
| Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
| I couldn' t care less |
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