| Song | Drawn To The Deep End |
| Artist | Gene |
| Album | As Good As It Gets - The Best Of Gene |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Steve Mason/Kevin Miles/Matt James |
| [00:11:200] | You can feel every pulse of your blood, |
| [00:17:100] | Reminding you the days slip on by, as they should. |
| [00:24:400] | But nothing has been done |
| [00:27:500] | You rarely see the sun. |
| [00:32:000] | A house barely clean never could, |
| [00:37:800] | Bring yourself to rise, |
| [00:40:500] | For a life, fantasise, |
| [00:44:850] | Of diving in the deep end, the water offers changes. |
| [00:52:000] | I can feel every twisted, dead bone, |
| [00:57:850] | But I have seen the city, |
| [01:01:000] | It's young, their hopes, |
| [01:03:850] | The town boys roaring by, |
| [01:07:000] | Sometime I wanna die. |
| [01:10:950] | Long to live, |
| [01:13:500] | Tell me why should I leave, |
| [01:16:500] | The comfort of my room, with it's dirt inches deep? |
| [01:23:200] | So why do people bother? |
| [01:26:500] | I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER. |
| [01:30:500] | Everyone has a place, I know mine, |
| [01:35:800] | In bed where I was born, where I'll live, where I'll die. |
| [01:42:700] | The longing is long gone, |
| [01:45:100] | I'm boredom's latest son |
| [01:49:500] | Oh do you cry for a life ever spring? |
| [01:55:400] | Winter is a fading, and dim memory. |
| [02:01:500] | Go take what you have not, |
| [02:04:950] | And leave me here to rot. |
| [02:28:000] | I can feel every twisted, dead bone, |
| [02:35:000] | I have seen the city, |
| [02:38:200] | It's young, their hopes |
| [02:41:500] | The town boys roaring by, |
| [02:44:500] | Sometimes I wanna die. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Steve Mason Kevin Miles Matt James |
| [00:11:200] | You can feel every pulse of your blood, |
| [00:17:100] | Reminding you the days slip on by, as they should. |
| [00:24:400] | But nothing has been done |
| [00:27:500] | You rarely see the sun. |
| [00:32:000] | A house barely clean never could, |
| [00:37:800] | Bring yourself to rise, |
| [00:40:500] | For a life, fantasise, |
| [00:44:850] | Of diving in the deep end, the water offers changes. |
| [00:52:000] | I can feel every twisted, dead bone, |
| [00:57:850] | But I have seen the city, |
| [01:01:000] | It' s young, their hopes, |
| [01:03:850] | The town boys roaring by, |
| [01:07:000] | Sometime I wanna die. |
| [01:10:950] | Long to live, |
| [01:13:500] | Tell me why should I leave, |
| [01:16:500] | The comfort of my room, with it' s dirt inches deep? |
| [01:23:200] | So why do people bother? |
| [01:26:500] | I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER. |
| [01:30:500] | Everyone has a place, I know mine, |
| [01:35:800] | In bed where I was born, where I' ll live, where I' ll die. |
| [01:42:700] | The longing is long gone, |
| [01:45:100] | I' m boredom' s latest son |
| [01:49:500] | Oh do you cry for a life ever spring? |
| [01:55:400] | Winter is a fading, and dim memory. |
| [02:01:500] | Go take what you have not, |
| [02:04:950] | And leave me here to rot. |
| [02:28:000] | I can feel every twisted, dead bone, |
| [02:35:000] | I have seen the city, |
| [02:38:200] | It' s young, their hopes |
| [02:41:500] | The town boys roaring by, |
| [02:44:500] | Sometimes I wanna die. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Steve Mason Kevin Miles Matt James |
| [00:11:200] | You can feel every pulse of your blood, |
| [00:17:100] | Reminding you the days slip on by, as they should. |
| [00:24:400] | But nothing has been done |
| [00:27:500] | You rarely see the sun. |
| [00:32:000] | A house barely clean never could, |
| [00:37:800] | Bring yourself to rise, |
| [00:40:500] | For a life, fantasise, |
| [00:44:850] | Of diving in the deep end, the water offers changes. |
| [00:52:000] | I can feel every twisted, dead bone, |
| [00:57:850] | But I have seen the city, |
| [01:01:000] | It' s young, their hopes, |
| [01:03:850] | The town boys roaring by, |
| [01:07:000] | Sometime I wanna die. |
| [01:10:950] | Long to live, |
| [01:13:500] | Tell me why should I leave, |
| [01:16:500] | The comfort of my room, with it' s dirt inches deep? |
| [01:23:200] | So why do people bother? |
| [01:26:500] | I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER. |
| [01:30:500] | Everyone has a place, I know mine, |
| [01:35:800] | In bed where I was born, where I' ll live, where I' ll die. |
| [01:42:700] | The longing is long gone, |
| [01:45:100] | I' m boredom' s latest son |
| [01:49:500] | Oh do you cry for a life ever spring? |
| [01:55:400] | Winter is a fading, and dim memory. |
| [02:01:500] | Go take what you have not, |
| [02:04:950] | And leave me here to rot. |
| [02:28:000] | I can feel every twisted, dead bone, |
| [02:35:000] | I have seen the city, |
| [02:38:200] | It' s young, their hopes |
| [02:41:500] | The town boys roaring by, |
| [02:44:500] | Sometimes I wanna die. |