| Song | Last Day Of Dawn |
| Artist | Jim Capaldi |
| Artist | Dave Mason |
| Artist | Steve Winwood |
| Artist | Paul Kossoff |
| Album | Oh How We Danced |
| 作曲 : Capaldi | |
| Capaldi | |
| Can't stop this aching inside my heart | |
| Can't stop this feeling that's tearing me apart | |
| It's been with me ever since the day I was born | |
| And it'll be with me on the last day of dawn. | |
| Can't stop the sun from setting in the West | |
| Can't stop this pressure inside my chest | |
| It's been with me ever since the day I was born | |
| And it'll be with me on the last day of dawn. | |
| On the last day of dawn, when the world is no more | |
| And the last tiny pigeon's been swept off the floor | |
| And nobody's calling out loud in their sleep, yeah | |
| 'Cause the midnight entanglers thrown 'em all in a heap, alright now. | |
| Can't stop this aching inside my heart | |
| Can't stop this feeling that's tearing me apart | |
| It's been with me ever since the day I was born | |
| And it'll be with me on the last day of dawn. | |
| Can't stop the sun from setting in the West | |
| Can't stop this pressure inside my chest | |
| And just like the singer when the curtain's been drawn | |
| I'll fade in the shadows on the last day of dawn. | |
| On the last day of dawn, when the world is no more | |
| And the last tiny pigeon's been swept off the floor | |
| And nobody's calling out loud in their sleep | |
| 'Cause the midnight entanglers thrown 'em all in a heap. | |
| Can't stop this aching | |
| Can't stop this aching | |
| Can't stop this aching | |
| Oh. |
| zuò qǔ : Capaldi | |
| Capaldi | |
| Can' t stop this aching inside my heart | |
| Can' t stop this feeling that' s tearing me apart | |
| It' s been with me ever since the day I was born | |
| And it' ll be with me on the last day of dawn. | |
| Can' t stop the sun from setting in the West | |
| Can' t stop this pressure inside my chest | |
| It' s been with me ever since the day I was born | |
| And it' ll be with me on the last day of dawn. | |
| On the last day of dawn, when the world is no more | |
| And the last tiny pigeon' s been swept off the floor | |
| And nobody' s calling out loud in their sleep, yeah | |
| ' Cause the midnight entanglers thrown ' em all in a heap, alright now. | |
| Can' t stop this aching inside my heart | |
| Can' t stop this feeling that' s tearing me apart | |
| It' s been with me ever since the day I was born | |
| And it' ll be with me on the last day of dawn. | |
| Can' t stop the sun from setting in the West | |
| Can' t stop this pressure inside my chest | |
| And just like the singer when the curtain' s been drawn | |
| I' ll fade in the shadows on the last day of dawn. | |
| On the last day of dawn, when the world is no more | |
| And the last tiny pigeon' s been swept off the floor | |
| And nobody' s calling out loud in their sleep | |
| ' Cause the midnight entanglers thrown ' em all in a heap. | |
| Can' t stop this aching | |
| Can' t stop this aching | |
| Can' t stop this aching | |
| Oh. |