| Song | Wash Her Away |
| Artist | Del Amitri |
| Album | Can You Do Me Good? |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Justin Currie & Iain Harvie |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Currie, Harvie |
| [00:23.31] | Eyes like a slash across her face |
| [00:26.63] | Lips I'd kill a man to taste |
| [00:30.38] | Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying |
| [00:33.81] | Whatever it does, I'll do it 'til I'm dying |
| [00:39.81] | I can't wash her away |
| [00:42.56] | It's getting under my skin |
| [00:46.31] | I can't wash her away |
| [00:50.12] | I can feel her closing in |
| [00:52.88] | Hands like a carnival of queens |
| [00:57.25] | Hair like a heart attack of dreams |
| [00:60.00] | A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss |
| [01:03.94] | Screams so small you could hold them in your fist |
| [01:07.56] | Little white fingertips running up your back |
| [01:10.69] | Little needling scores where her nails leave a track |
| [01:16.87] | I can't wash her away |
| [01:20.06] | She's living in my skin |
| [01:23.63] | I can't seem to wash her away |
| [01:27.19] | I can feel her closing in |
| [01:51.82] | Eyes like a slash across her face |
| [01:55.50] | Lips so damn sweet you'd cut your tonuge out for a taste |
| [01:59.13] | Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying |
| [02:02.32] | If she's nothing but a coffin least she's good enough to die in |
| [02:06.25] | She's a ballroom full of dancing chairs |
| [02:09.63] | She's a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair |
| [02:13.50] | A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss |
| [02:16.94] | Screams so small you could hold them in your fist |
| [02:20.69] | Every one night stand is a six week stretch |
| [02:24.38] | Craving her arms twisted up around your neck |
| [02:28.00] | |
| [02:28.54] | Skin so white, a heart so pure |
| [02:32.51] | If you opeden up her veins you'd see the light run through her |
| [02:46.19] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Justin Currie Iain Harvie |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Currie, Harvie |
| [00:23.31] | Eyes like a slash across her face |
| [00:26.63] | Lips I' d kill a man to taste |
| [00:30.38] | Whatever this stuff is, I' m buying |
| [00:33.81] | Whatever it does, I' ll do it ' til I' m dying |
| [00:39.81] | I can' t wash her away |
| [00:42.56] | It' s getting under my skin |
| [00:46.31] | I can' t wash her away |
| [00:50.12] | I can feel her closing in |
| [00:52.88] | Hands like a carnival of queens |
| [00:57.25] | Hair like a heart attack of dreams |
| [00:60.00] | A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss |
| [01:03.94] | Screams so small you could hold them in your fist |
| [01:07.56] | Little white fingertips running up your back |
| [01:10.69] | Little needling scores where her nails leave a track |
| [01:16.87] | I can' t wash her away |
| [01:20.06] | She' s living in my skin |
| [01:23.63] | I can' t seem to wash her away |
| [01:27.19] | I can feel her closing in |
| [01:51.82] | Eyes like a slash across her face |
| [01:55.50] | Lips so damn sweet you' d cut your tonuge out for a taste |
| [01:59.13] | Whatever this stuff is, I' m buying |
| [02:02.32] | If she' s nothing but a coffin least she' s good enough to die in |
| [02:06.25] | She' s a ballroom full of dancing chairs |
| [02:09.63] | She' s a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair |
| [02:13.50] | A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss |
| [02:16.94] | Screams so small you could hold them in your fist |
| [02:20.69] | Every one night stand is a six week stretch |
| [02:24.38] | Craving her arms twisted up around your neck |
| [02:28.00] | |
| [02:28.54] | Skin so white, a heart so pure |
| [02:32.51] | If you opeden up her veins you' d see the light run through her |
| [02:46.19] |