Song | From Ghost Town - normal |
Artist | Robert Forster |
Album | The Evangelist |
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作曲 : Forster | |
The secret goes with its books and clothes | |
From Ghost Town | |
To a place no one can trace | |
Maybe there's peace there in the streets there | |
It's gone, yes, yes, yes | |
Not to return, why, no, no | |
Burned, yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
David wrote in his good-bye note | |
"It's all different now" | |
And he's right, I hope I get it right | |
As I go on, as I move on | |
It's strong, yes, yes, yes | |
What we made for a thousand years | |
It will not fade, no, no, no | |
No, no, no | |
No, no, no | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da | |
There are places he could have stayed | |
But he had to go because he loved the rain | |
There were hearts, there was help | |
But he couldn't love them because he didn't love himself | |
It's gone, yes yes yes | |
It's wrong and why should this be so | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
And he knew more than I knew | |
And I hated what he hated too | |
This world, now that's gone | |
A girl a thousand words | |
A swirl and why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da, da | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da, da, da | |
There are people who love the moon | |
Its milky warmth and its brilliant gloom | |
They hate the day it's just too rough | |
They go in the morning when they've had enough | |
David wrote in his good-bye note | |
"It's all different now" | |
And it is there's much I'll miss | |
As I go on, as I move on | |
It's gone, yes, yes, yes | |
Its wrong and why should this be so | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why |
zuo qu : Forster | |
The secret goes with its books and clothes | |
From Ghost Town | |
To a place no one can trace | |
Maybe there' s peace there in the streets there | |
It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
Not to return, why, no, no | |
Burned, yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
David wrote in his goodbye note | |
" It' s all different now" | |
And he' s right, I hope I get it right | |
As I go on, as I move on | |
It' s strong, yes, yes, yes | |
What we made for a thousand years | |
It will not fade, no, no, no | |
No, no, no | |
No, no, no | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da | |
There are places he could have stayed | |
But he had to go because he loved the rain | |
There were hearts, there was help | |
But he couldn' t love them because he didn' t love himself | |
It' s gone, yes yes yes | |
It' s wrong and why should this be so | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
And he knew more than I knew | |
And I hated what he hated too | |
This world, now that' s gone | |
A girl a thousand words | |
A swirl and why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da, da | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da, da, da | |
There are people who love the moon | |
Its milky warmth and its brilliant gloom | |
They hate the day it' s just too rough | |
They go in the morning when they' ve had enough | |
David wrote in his goodbye note | |
" It' s all different now" | |
And it is there' s much I' ll miss | |
As I go on, as I move on | |
It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
Its wrong and why should this be so | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why |
zuò qǔ : Forster | |
The secret goes with its books and clothes | |
From Ghost Town | |
To a place no one can trace | |
Maybe there' s peace there in the streets there | |
It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
Not to return, why, no, no | |
Burned, yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
David wrote in his goodbye note | |
" It' s all different now" | |
And he' s right, I hope I get it right | |
As I go on, as I move on | |
It' s strong, yes, yes, yes | |
What we made for a thousand years | |
It will not fade, no, no, no | |
No, no, no | |
No, no, no | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da | |
There are places he could have stayed | |
But he had to go because he loved the rain | |
There were hearts, there was help | |
But he couldn' t love them because he didn' t love himself | |
It' s gone, yes yes yes | |
It' s wrong and why should this be so | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
Yes, yes, yes | |
And he knew more than I knew | |
And I hated what he hated too | |
This world, now that' s gone | |
A girl a thousand words | |
A swirl and why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da, da | |
Da, da, da | |
Da, da, da, da, da | |
There are people who love the moon | |
Its milky warmth and its brilliant gloom | |
They hate the day it' s just too rough | |
They go in the morning when they' ve had enough | |
David wrote in his goodbye note | |
" It' s all different now" | |
And it is there' s much I' ll miss | |
As I go on, as I move on | |
It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
Its wrong and why should this be so | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why | |
Why, why, why |