Song | Ballad Of NYC |
Artist | Fun Lovin' Criminals |
Album | Livin' In The City |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fun Lovin' Criminals | |
Sand in my socks. | |
Tears in my eyes | |
blood on my hands, | |
And smoke in the skies | |
My brothers are gone | |
but I'm numb to the pain | |
Can't pick up the phone. | |
Now I'm dreaming again | |
Y'all can't relate | |
I'm all by myself | |
Where can I turn. | |
When there's nobody else | |
I'm back in the world. | |
And I'm living your lie | |
I smile at the girls. | |
But I'm dying inside | |
Where do U begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend | |
I've walked my pain over your streets once again | |
Yet you're always there for me | |
I'm on the westside. | |
And I'm down by the river | |
My dog starts to bark. | |
And the wind starts to whimper | |
There's not enough time. | |
To leave it all behind | |
See all you love my voice in your mind... | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
And dust my sugar from the fold. | |
Although my sins are getting cold. | |
Drag the river for my soul | |
Where do I begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend. | |
I've walked my pain over your streets once again... | |
Yet you're always there for me | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
And dust my sugar from the fold | |
Although my sins are getting cold. | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
Where do I begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend | |
I've walked my pain over your streets once again... | |
Yet you're always there for me |
zuo ci : Fun Lovin' Criminals | |
Sand in my socks. | |
Tears in my eyes | |
blood on my hands, | |
And smoke in the skies | |
My brothers are gone | |
but I' m numb to the pain | |
Can' t pick up the phone. | |
Now I' m dreaming again | |
Y' all can' t relate | |
I' m all by myself | |
Where can I turn. | |
When there' s nobody else | |
I' m back in the world. | |
And I' m living your lie | |
I smile at the girls. | |
But I' m dying inside | |
Where do U begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend | |
I' ve walked my pain over your streets once again | |
Yet you' re always there for me | |
I' m on the westside. | |
And I' m down by the river | |
My dog starts to bark. | |
And the wind starts to whimper | |
There' s not enough time. | |
To leave it all behind | |
See all you love my voice in your mind... | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
And dust my sugar from the fold. | |
Although my sins are getting cold. | |
Drag the river for my soul | |
Where do I begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend. | |
I' ve walked my pain over your streets once again... | |
Yet you' re always there for me | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
And dust my sugar from the fold | |
Although my sins are getting cold. | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
Where do I begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend | |
I' ve walked my pain over your streets once again... | |
Yet you' re always there for me |
zuò cí : Fun Lovin' Criminals | |
Sand in my socks. | |
Tears in my eyes | |
blood on my hands, | |
And smoke in the skies | |
My brothers are gone | |
but I' m numb to the pain | |
Can' t pick up the phone. | |
Now I' m dreaming again | |
Y' all can' t relate | |
I' m all by myself | |
Where can I turn. | |
When there' s nobody else | |
I' m back in the world. | |
And I' m living your lie | |
I smile at the girls. | |
But I' m dying inside | |
Where do U begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend | |
I' ve walked my pain over your streets once again | |
Yet you' re always there for me | |
I' m on the westside. | |
And I' m down by the river | |
My dog starts to bark. | |
And the wind starts to whimper | |
There' s not enough time. | |
To leave it all behind | |
See all you love my voice in your mind... | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
And dust my sugar from the fold. | |
Although my sins are getting cold. | |
Drag the river for my soul | |
Where do I begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend. | |
I' ve walked my pain over your streets once again... | |
Yet you' re always there for me | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
And dust my sugar from the fold | |
Although my sins are getting cold. | |
Drag the river for my soul. | |
Where do I begin? | |
New York City. | |
The place that has become my friend | |
I' ve walked my pain over your streets once again... | |
Yet you' re always there for me |