Song | Someone's Looking At You |
Artist | The Boomtown Rats |
Album | The Very Best Of |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bob Geldof | |
作词 : Geldof | |
On a night like this | |
I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice | |
You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. | |
Well, I wish you'd keep quiet, | |
Imaginations run riot, | |
In these paper-thin walls. | |
And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names | |
I don't know who to call. | |
But I got a friend over there in the government block | |
And he knows the situation and he's taking stock, | |
I think I'll call him up now | |
Put him on the spot, tonight. | |
They saw me there in the square when | |
I was shooting my mouth off | |
About saving some fish. | |
Now could that be construed as some radical's views or some liberals' wish. | |
And it's so hot outside, | |
And the air is so sweet, | |
And when the pressure drop is heavy | |
I don't wanna hear you speak. | |
You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees. | |
When it's too hot to breathe | |
And it's too hot to think. | |
There's always someone looking at you. | |
S-s-s-s-someone. | |
They're looking at you. | |
And I wish you'd stop whispering. | |
Don't flatter yourself, nobody's listening. | |
Still it makes me nervous, those things you say. | |
You may as well | |
Shout it from the roof | |
Scream it from your lungs | |
Spit it from you mouth | |
It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears | |
There's a spy in the sky | |
There's a noise on the wire | |
There's a tap on the line | |
And for every paranoid's desire... | |
There's always | |
Someone looking at you. | |
S-s-s-s-someone looking at you... | |
They're always looking at you. (written by Bob Geldof) (taken from the album "The fine art of surfacing") |
zuo qu : Bob Geldof | |
zuo ci : Geldof | |
On a night like this | |
I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice | |
You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. | |
Well, I wish you' d keep quiet, | |
Imaginations run riot, | |
In these paperthin walls. | |
And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names | |
I don' t know who to call. | |
But I got a friend over there in the government block | |
And he knows the situation and he' s taking stock, | |
I think I' ll call him up now | |
Put him on the spot, tonight. | |
They saw me there in the square when | |
I was shooting my mouth off | |
About saving some fish. | |
Now could that be construed as some radical' s views or some liberals' wish. | |
And it' s so hot outside, | |
And the air is so sweet, | |
And when the pressure drop is heavy | |
I don' t wanna hear you speak. | |
You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees. | |
When it' s too hot to breathe | |
And it' s too hot to think. | |
There' s always someone looking at you. | |
Sssssomeone. | |
They' re looking at you. | |
And I wish you' d stop whispering. | |
Don' t flatter yourself, nobody' s listening. | |
Still it makes me nervous, those things you say. | |
You may as well | |
Shout it from the roof | |
Scream it from your lungs | |
Spit it from you mouth | |
It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears | |
There' s a spy in the sky | |
There' s a noise on the wire | |
There' s a tap on the line | |
And for every paranoid' s desire... | |
There' s always | |
Someone looking at you. | |
Sssssomeone looking at you... | |
They' re always looking at you. written by Bob Geldof taken from the album " The fine art of surfacing" |
zuò qǔ : Bob Geldof | |
zuò cí : Geldof | |
On a night like this | |
I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice | |
You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. | |
Well, I wish you' d keep quiet, | |
Imaginations run riot, | |
In these paperthin walls. | |
And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names | |
I don' t know who to call. | |
But I got a friend over there in the government block | |
And he knows the situation and he' s taking stock, | |
I think I' ll call him up now | |
Put him on the spot, tonight. | |
They saw me there in the square when | |
I was shooting my mouth off | |
About saving some fish. | |
Now could that be construed as some radical' s views or some liberals' wish. | |
And it' s so hot outside, | |
And the air is so sweet, | |
And when the pressure drop is heavy | |
I don' t wanna hear you speak. | |
You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees. | |
When it' s too hot to breathe | |
And it' s too hot to think. | |
There' s always someone looking at you. | |
Sssssomeone. | |
They' re looking at you. | |
And I wish you' d stop whispering. | |
Don' t flatter yourself, nobody' s listening. | |
Still it makes me nervous, those things you say. | |
You may as well | |
Shout it from the roof | |
Scream it from your lungs | |
Spit it from you mouth | |
It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears | |
There' s a spy in the sky | |
There' s a noise on the wire | |
There' s a tap on the line | |
And for every paranoid' s desire... | |
There' s always | |
Someone looking at you. | |
Sssssomeone looking at you... | |
They' re always looking at you. written by Bob Geldof taken from the album " The fine art of surfacing" |