| Song | Ice Cream Phoenix |
| Artist | Jefferson Airplane |
| Album | Crown Of Creation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cockey, Kaukonen | |
| You don't know just | |
| When to stop and when to go. | |
| City streets in the dead of winter | |
| Stop your mind with dirty snow. | |
| Walk at night and | |
| Touch your hand to the golden lights | |
| And let them show. | |
| Feel the shadows disappearing. | |
| I'll smile and say | |
| I told you so. | |
| Baby...Tell me why, if you think you know why, | |
| People love when there's no tommorow | |
| And still not cry when it's time to go, | |
| And still not cry when it's time to go, | |
| And still not cry when it's time to go? | |
| The wall of your memory | |
| Still echoes your sorrow; | |
| The pictures of sadness | |
| Are not what they seem. | |
| So hold out your smile, take | |
| My hand and be happy; | |
| These pictures of sadness | |
| Are not all they seem. | |
| Are you so old that you've no childhood? | |
| Is your timeline so unreal | |
| That all your sunsets | |
| Come in the morning? | |
| Baby...tell me...how you feel? | |
| Shelves of books in your mirror reflected, | |
| The sidewalks and alleys that you've seen, | |
| Show colours change as the images fade in | |
| The magical vanishing memory machine. | |
| Baby...Tell me how, if you think you know how, | |
| People love when there's no tommorow? | |
| Do people love if there's no tommorow, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go? |
| zuo ci : Cockey, Kaukonen | |
| You don' t know just | |
| When to stop and when to go. | |
| City streets in the dead of winter | |
| Stop your mind with dirty snow. | |
| Walk at night and | |
| Touch your hand to the golden lights | |
| And let them show. | |
| Feel the shadows disappearing. | |
| I' ll smile and say | |
| I told you so. | |
| Baby... Tell me why, if you think you know why, | |
| People love when there' s no tommorow | |
| And still not cry when it' s time to go, | |
| And still not cry when it' s time to go, | |
| And still not cry when it' s time to go? | |
| The wall of your memory | |
| Still echoes your sorrow | |
| The pictures of sadness | |
| Are not what they seem. | |
| So hold out your smile, take | |
| My hand and be happy | |
| These pictures of sadness | |
| Are not all they seem. | |
| Are you so old that you' ve no childhood? | |
| Is your timeline so unreal | |
| That all your sunsets | |
| Come in the morning? | |
| Baby... tell me... how you feel? | |
| Shelves of books in your mirror reflected, | |
| The sidewalks and alleys that you' ve seen, | |
| Show colours change as the images fade in | |
| The magical vanishing memory machine. | |
| Baby... Tell me how, if you think you know how, | |
| People love when there' s no tommorow? | |
| Do people love if there' s no tommorow, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go? |
| zuò cí : Cockey, Kaukonen | |
| You don' t know just | |
| When to stop and when to go. | |
| City streets in the dead of winter | |
| Stop your mind with dirty snow. | |
| Walk at night and | |
| Touch your hand to the golden lights | |
| And let them show. | |
| Feel the shadows disappearing. | |
| I' ll smile and say | |
| I told you so. | |
| Baby... Tell me why, if you think you know why, | |
| People love when there' s no tommorow | |
| And still not cry when it' s time to go, | |
| And still not cry when it' s time to go, | |
| And still not cry when it' s time to go? | |
| The wall of your memory | |
| Still echoes your sorrow | |
| The pictures of sadness | |
| Are not what they seem. | |
| So hold out your smile, take | |
| My hand and be happy | |
| These pictures of sadness | |
| Are not all they seem. | |
| Are you so old that you' ve no childhood? | |
| Is your timeline so unreal | |
| That all your sunsets | |
| Come in the morning? | |
| Baby... tell me... how you feel? | |
| Shelves of books in your mirror reflected, | |
| The sidewalks and alleys that you' ve seen, | |
| Show colours change as the images fade in | |
| The magical vanishing memory machine. | |
| Baby... Tell me how, if you think you know how, | |
| People love when there' s no tommorow? | |
| Do people love if there' s no tommorow, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go, | |
| And still not cry when they have to go? |