Song | Ends Of The City |
Artist | Darren Hanlon |
Album | Little Chills |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hanlon | |
On the very day my travel card expired | |
I rode the train | |
All day And took it to the place each line retired | |
The fate of every train | |
Oh (oh) Oh (oh) | |
Oh (oh) If some authority had stopped to ask me why | |
I'd stare blankly at | |
My knees To see the city from that point on every line | |
Where buildings kiss the trees | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
The move seems impossible | |
But I will leave, | |
I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can't live there | |
I want to quote the city's history books verbatim | |
And know the names of all | |
The bars Be nicer to that guy upstairs although | |
I hate him | |
And stop littering in other people's cars | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
The move seems impossible | |
But I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can't live there | |
Now tracks they take me backs to you | |
I go And night descends | |
On wires And | |
TV lights reflect off every window | |
Like blue flickering fires | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
There's a house, a street, to plant your feet | |
And I will leave, | |
I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can't live there | |
If you can't live there |
zuo qu : Hanlon | |
On the very day my travel card expired | |
I rode the train | |
All day And took it to the place each line retired | |
The fate of every train | |
Oh oh Oh oh | |
Oh oh If some authority had stopped to ask me why | |
I' d stare blankly at | |
My knees To see the city from that point on every line | |
Where buildings kiss the trees | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
The move seems impossible | |
But I will leave, | |
I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can' t live there | |
I want to quote the city' s history books verbatim | |
And know the names of all | |
The bars Be nicer to that guy upstairs although | |
I hate him | |
And stop littering in other people' s cars | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
The move seems impossible | |
But I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can' t live there | |
Now tracks they take me backs to you | |
I go And night descends | |
On wires And | |
TV lights reflect off every window | |
Like blue flickering fires | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
There' s a house, a street, to plant your feet | |
And I will leave, | |
I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can' t live there | |
If you can' t live there |
zuò qǔ : Hanlon | |
On the very day my travel card expired | |
I rode the train | |
All day And took it to the place each line retired | |
The fate of every train | |
Oh oh Oh oh | |
Oh oh If some authority had stopped to ask me why | |
I' d stare blankly at | |
My knees To see the city from that point on every line | |
Where buildings kiss the trees | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
The move seems impossible | |
But I will leave, | |
I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can' t live there | |
I want to quote the city' s history books verbatim | |
And know the names of all | |
The bars Be nicer to that guy upstairs although | |
I hate him | |
And stop littering in other people' s cars | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
The move seems impossible | |
But I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can' t live there | |
Now tracks they take me backs to you | |
I go And night descends | |
On wires And | |
TV lights reflect off every window | |
Like blue flickering fires | |
Now I believe, | |
I believe, | |
I believe | |
There' s a house, a street, to plant your feet | |
And I will leave, | |
I will leave, | |
I will leave | |
If you can' t live there | |
If you can' t live there |