| Song | Cheap Clothes |
| Artist | Whitley |
| Album | The Submarine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Greenwood | |
| The darkness is creeping in, | |
| And the world is a place to hide, | |
| I'm on my knees in the cool winter breeze, | |
| And I think of you. | |
| And I have tried and I have won, | |
| And I have done so many things, | |
| We'll sit and smile and stand for a while, | |
| And I have done so many things. | |
| The soil breaks your fall, | |
| As you come crashing down like you've done a thousand times before, | |
| Your smell's still rich on my nose, | |
| As you tore back my cheap clothes. | |
| And I have tried and I have won, | |
| And I have lost so many things, | |
| And we sit and smile and stand for a while, | |
| And I have lost so many things. | |
| And I still hear your voice, In my house, in my room, | |
| You're calling, you're ten feet falling down, | |
| Soil will break your fall like it's done a thousand times before, | |
| And I still think of you when the night gets cold, | |
| When it's cold |
| zuo qu : Greenwood | |
| The darkness is creeping in, | |
| And the world is a place to hide, | |
| I' m on my knees in the cool winter breeze, | |
| And I think of you. | |
| And I have tried and I have won, | |
| And I have done so many things, | |
| We' ll sit and smile and stand for a while, | |
| And I have done so many things. | |
| The soil breaks your fall, | |
| As you come crashing down like you' ve done a thousand times before, | |
| Your smell' s still rich on my nose, | |
| As you tore back my cheap clothes. | |
| And I have tried and I have won, | |
| And I have lost so many things, | |
| And we sit and smile and stand for a while, | |
| And I have lost so many things. | |
| And I still hear your voice, In my house, in my room, | |
| You' re calling, you' re ten feet falling down, | |
| Soil will break your fall like it' s done a thousand times before, | |
| And I still think of you when the night gets cold, | |
| When it' s cold |
| zuò qǔ : Greenwood | |
| The darkness is creeping in, | |
| And the world is a place to hide, | |
| I' m on my knees in the cool winter breeze, | |
| And I think of you. | |
| And I have tried and I have won, | |
| And I have done so many things, | |
| We' ll sit and smile and stand for a while, | |
| And I have done so many things. | |
| The soil breaks your fall, | |
| As you come crashing down like you' ve done a thousand times before, | |
| Your smell' s still rich on my nose, | |
| As you tore back my cheap clothes. | |
| And I have tried and I have won, | |
| And I have lost so many things, | |
| And we sit and smile and stand for a while, | |
| And I have lost so many things. | |
| And I still hear your voice, In my house, in my room, | |
| You' re calling, you' re ten feet falling down, | |
| Soil will break your fall like it' s done a thousand times before, | |
| And I still think of you when the night gets cold, | |
| When it' s cold |