Song | New Lines On Love |
Artist | Sniff 'n' the Tears |
Album | Fickle Heart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Roberts | |
Walking down that home mile on Friday | |
Like a dog without a bone | |
Pay packet hot in my pocket | |
Why should feel so all alone | |
I walked away in anger | |
Came back out of need | |
Someone stole my thunder | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don't come from above | |
As I fumbled in my pocket | |
For another cigarette | |
A stall for inspiration | |
But my matches were all wet | |
My heart cried out for comfort | |
And a little sympathy | |
Someone came and turned out the lights | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don't come from above | |
So who needs this agitation | |
Avoid all that distress | |
No-one bets on a two time loser | |
This time I won't forget | |
The final confrontation | |
Times to be agreed | |
Won't take place 'cause the penny dropped | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don't come from above |
zuo ci : Roberts | |
Walking down that home mile on Friday | |
Like a dog without a bone | |
Pay packet hot in my pocket | |
Why should feel so all alone | |
I walked away in anger | |
Came back out of need | |
Someone stole my thunder | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don' t come from above | |
As I fumbled in my pocket | |
For another cigarette | |
A stall for inspiration | |
But my matches were all wet | |
My heart cried out for comfort | |
And a little sympathy | |
Someone came and turned out the lights | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don' t come from above | |
So who needs this agitation | |
Avoid all that distress | |
Noone bets on a two time loser | |
This time I won' t forget | |
The final confrontation | |
Times to be agreed | |
Won' t take place ' cause the penny dropped | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don' t come from above |
zuò cí : Roberts | |
Walking down that home mile on Friday | |
Like a dog without a bone | |
Pay packet hot in my pocket | |
Why should feel so all alone | |
I walked away in anger | |
Came back out of need | |
Someone stole my thunder | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don' t come from above | |
As I fumbled in my pocket | |
For another cigarette | |
A stall for inspiration | |
But my matches were all wet | |
My heart cried out for comfort | |
And a little sympathy | |
Someone came and turned out the lights | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don' t come from above | |
So who needs this agitation | |
Avoid all that distress | |
Noone bets on a two time loser | |
This time I won' t forget | |
The final confrontation | |
Times to be agreed | |
Won' t take place ' cause the penny dropped | |
And gave to me | |
New lines on loving | |
New lines on love | |
New lines on breaking their hearts | |
Love don' t come from above |