Song | Lullaby |
Artist | Joe Jackson |
Album | Night Music |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:02.63] | Artist:joe jackson |
[00:04.21] | Songs Title:lullaby |
[00:06.08] | |
[02:03.18] | Shall I stay or go |
[02:08.70] | |
[02:10.89] | Through the door |
[02:15.35] | |
[02:20.96] | Will the pen to flow |
[02:27.64] | |
[02:29.32] | Watch the stars |
[02:33.29] | Sleeps a chore |
[02:38.03] | |
[03:05.85] | The moon is growing cold |
[03:13.65] | It hangs like a sliver of tin |
[03:23.28] | |
[03:31.04] | How do our dreams unfold |
[03:38.68] | And why are my bones feeling thin |
[03:44.77] | |
[03:49.66] | I watch my pen as though |
[03:57.33] | My fingers could shatter like icicles |
[04:04.55] | And before my eyes |
[04:10.82] | Lie glittering and useless on a field of snow |
[04:28.02] |
[00:02.63] | Artist: joe jackson |
[00:04.21] | Songs Title: lullaby |
[00:06.08] | |
[02:03.18] | Shall I stay or go |
[02:08.70] | |
[02:10.89] | Through the door |
[02:15.35] | |
[02:20.96] | Will the pen to flow |
[02:27.64] | |
[02:29.32] | Watch the stars |
[02:33.29] | Sleeps a chore |
[02:38.03] | |
[03:05.85] | The moon is growing cold |
[03:13.65] | It hangs like a sliver of tin |
[03:23.28] | |
[03:31.04] | How do our dreams unfold |
[03:38.68] | And why are my bones feeling thin |
[03:44.77] | |
[03:49.66] | I watch my pen as though |
[03:57.33] | My fingers could shatter like icicles |
[04:04.55] | And before my eyes |
[04:10.82] | Lie glittering and useless on a field of snow |
[04:28.02] |
[00:02.63] | Artist: joe jackson |
[00:04.21] | Songs Title: lullaby |
[00:06.08] | |
[02:03.18] | Shall I stay or go |
[02:08.70] | |
[02:10.89] | Through the door |
[02:15.35] | |
[02:20.96] | Will the pen to flow |
[02:27.64] | |
[02:29.32] | Watch the stars |
[02:33.29] | Sleeps a chore |
[02:38.03] | |
[03:05.85] | The moon is growing cold |
[03:13.65] | It hangs like a sliver of tin |
[03:23.28] | |
[03:31.04] | How do our dreams unfold |
[03:38.68] | And why are my bones feeling thin |
[03:44.77] | |
[03:49.66] | I watch my pen as though |
[03:57.33] | My fingers could shatter like icicles |
[04:04.55] | And before my eyes |
[04:10.82] | Lie glittering and useless on a field of snow |
[04:28.02] |