Song | Here All Day |
Artist | Trembling Blue Stars |
Album | Alive To Every Smile |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wratten | |
Someone stop the hands of time | |
every tick's a cruel blow. | |
I want a world that's hers and mine | |
while the real one's put on hold. | |
I want to taste the freedom we will never know. | |
Someone stop the hands of time – | |
every tick's a cruel blow. | |
I don't want to step outside | |
into the night beyond the windows, | |
I'm just not ready yet for the ice-cold air | |
to bring it all home. | |
All I want is to be held | |
and held some more and not let go, | |
be told that all is well, | |
that our racing hearts will cope. | |
I want her to lie to me- | |
it's not as if I will not know. | |
All I want is to be held | |
and held some more and not let go. | |
The less I have to lose, it seems, | |
the more I put her through. | |
We go round in circles, | |
and that is all we do; | |
that there's nothing we can say, | |
we don't let get in the way | |
we go round in circles | |
because we want to be here all day. |
zuo ci : Wratten | |
Someone stop the hands of time | |
every tick' s a cruel blow. | |
I want a world that' s hers and mine | |
while the real one' s put on hold. | |
I want to taste the freedom we will never know. | |
Someone stop the hands of time | |
every tick' s a cruel blow. | |
I don' t want to step outside | |
into the night beyond the windows, | |
I' m just not ready yet for the icecold air | |
to bring it all home. | |
All I want is to be held | |
and held some more and not let go, | |
be told that all is well, | |
that our racing hearts will cope. | |
I want her to lie to me | |
it' s not as if I will not know. | |
All I want is to be held | |
and held some more and not let go. | |
The less I have to lose, it seems, | |
the more I put her through. | |
We go round in circles, | |
and that is all we do | |
that there' s nothing we can say, | |
we don' t let get in the way | |
we go round in circles | |
because we want to be here all day. |
zuò cí : Wratten | |
Someone stop the hands of time | |
every tick' s a cruel blow. | |
I want a world that' s hers and mine | |
while the real one' s put on hold. | |
I want to taste the freedom we will never know. | |
Someone stop the hands of time | |
every tick' s a cruel blow. | |
I don' t want to step outside | |
into the night beyond the windows, | |
I' m just not ready yet for the icecold air | |
to bring it all home. | |
All I want is to be held | |
and held some more and not let go, | |
be told that all is well, | |
that our racing hearts will cope. | |
I want her to lie to me | |
it' s not as if I will not know. | |
All I want is to be held | |
and held some more and not let go. | |
The less I have to lose, it seems, | |
the more I put her through. | |
We go round in circles, | |
and that is all we do | |
that there' s nothing we can say, | |
we don' t let get in the way | |
we go round in circles | |
because we want to be here all day. |