Song | Night Of Rebellion |
Artist | INXS |
Album | Underneath The Colours 2011 Remaster |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Andrew Farriss/Kirk Pengilly/Michael Hutchence | |
Simple matters always seem | |
To make things complicated | |
I think of ways to understand | |
But it all get's away from me | |
I sense persuasion of a kind | |
It wraps itself around me | |
The changing message of your love | |
Rarely ever reaches me | |
Not talking only want action | |
Once you give in you are through | |
This is the night of rebellion | |
There used to be paint on the walls | |
But you're too young for money | |
They'd rather paint the whole town red | |
Than spend it on what they're told | |
Summer to winter is never the same | |
If it is then it's time to change | |
I don't want to rock your sacred boat | |
But there's holes in your sacred sails |
zuo qu : Andrew Farriss Kirk Pengilly Michael Hutchence | |
Simple matters always seem | |
To make things complicated | |
I think of ways to understand | |
But it all get' s away from me | |
I sense persuasion of a kind | |
It wraps itself around me | |
The changing message of your love | |
Rarely ever reaches me | |
Not talking only want action | |
Once you give in you are through | |
This is the night of rebellion | |
There used to be paint on the walls | |
But you' re too young for money | |
They' d rather paint the whole town red | |
Than spend it on what they' re told | |
Summer to winter is never the same | |
If it is then it' s time to change | |
I don' t want to rock your sacred boat | |
But there' s holes in your sacred sails |
zuò qǔ : Andrew Farriss Kirk Pengilly Michael Hutchence | |
Simple matters always seem | |
To make things complicated | |
I think of ways to understand | |
But it all get' s away from me | |
I sense persuasion of a kind | |
It wraps itself around me | |
The changing message of your love | |
Rarely ever reaches me | |
Not talking only want action | |
Once you give in you are through | |
This is the night of rebellion | |
There used to be paint on the walls | |
But you' re too young for money | |
They' d rather paint the whole town red | |
Than spend it on what they' re told | |
Summer to winter is never the same | |
If it is then it' s time to change | |
I don' t want to rock your sacred boat | |
But there' s holes in your sacred sails |