| 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. |