Song | Unpainted Arizona |
Artist | The Bluetones |
Album | Return To The Last Chance Saloon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Edward Daniel Chesters & Adam Patrick Devlin & Mark James Morriss & Scott Edward Morriss | |
One more day in the valley, | |
Then I’m free to roam, | |
One more night of insect bites, | |
And beating myself to a foam. | |
But that’s the way it goes, I suppose. | |
Everything that you taught me, | |
Was all I’ve ever known, | |
We took this ride, side by side, | |
But guess what? I got off alone, | |
And that’s the way it goes, I suppose, | |
And that’s the way it goes, | |
But then again, who really knows? | |
When I walk into this room, | |
I turn to stone, | |
In this place that gave me sleep, | |
That once upon a time I called home, | |
That’s the way it goes, I suppose, | |
That’s the way it goes, | |
But then again, who really knows? |
zuo qu : Edward Daniel Chesters Adam Patrick Devlin Mark James Morriss Scott Edward Morriss | |
One more day in the valley, | |
Then I' m free to roam, | |
One more night of insect bites, | |
And beating myself to a foam. | |
But that' s the way it goes, I suppose. | |
Everything that you taught me, | |
Was all I' ve ever known, | |
We took this ride, side by side, | |
But guess what? I got off alone, | |
And that' s the way it goes, I suppose, | |
And that' s the way it goes, | |
But then again, who really knows? | |
When I walk into this room, | |
I turn to stone, | |
In this place that gave me sleep, | |
That once upon a time I called home, | |
That' s the way it goes, I suppose, | |
That' s the way it goes, | |
But then again, who really knows? |
zuò qǔ : Edward Daniel Chesters Adam Patrick Devlin Mark James Morriss Scott Edward Morriss | |
One more day in the valley, | |
Then I' m free to roam, | |
One more night of insect bites, | |
And beating myself to a foam. | |
But that' s the way it goes, I suppose. | |
Everything that you taught me, | |
Was all I' ve ever known, | |
We took this ride, side by side, | |
But guess what? I got off alone, | |
And that' s the way it goes, I suppose, | |
And that' s the way it goes, | |
But then again, who really knows? | |
When I walk into this room, | |
I turn to stone, | |
In this place that gave me sleep, | |
That once upon a time I called home, | |
That' s the way it goes, I suppose, | |
That' s the way it goes, | |
But then again, who really knows? |