Song | Anybody's War |
Artist | Icehouse |
Album | Man of Colours/Code Blue |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davies | |
Her arms around a flag of blue | |
His colours flying black and white | |
She hears the voice between the lines | |
He hears the warning, he turns his back | |
Anybody's war | |
Who is there to catch the pieces | |
Anybody's war | |
Faces we don't recognise | |
She catches every last regret | |
She holds it gently like a dying star | |
He stands like a small boy in the street | |
Throwing rocks and stones into the crowd | |
Anybody's war | |
Who is there to catch the pieces | |
Anybody's war | |
Faces we don't recognise | |
Anybody's war | |
Turning round and round in circles | |
Anybody's war | |
People just like you and I | |
Just a little too afraid | |
To take the blame that they can't hide | |
Like a frightened child who is running scared | |
And they know each other well | |
Through the innocence long gone | |
Is the only thing they ever shared | |
She'll promise that she'll try again | |
He'll promise that he'll settle down | |
And they will call themselves the best of friends | |
But still they're strangers, just like anyone | |
Anybody's war |
zuo qu : Davies | |
Her arms around a flag of blue | |
His colours flying black and white | |
She hears the voice between the lines | |
He hears the warning, he turns his back | |
Anybody' s war | |
Who is there to catch the pieces | |
Anybody' s war | |
Faces we don' t recognise | |
She catches every last regret | |
She holds it gently like a dying star | |
He stands like a small boy in the street | |
Throwing rocks and stones into the crowd | |
Anybody' s war | |
Who is there to catch the pieces | |
Anybody' s war | |
Faces we don' t recognise | |
Anybody' s war | |
Turning round and round in circles | |
Anybody' s war | |
People just like you and I | |
Just a little too afraid | |
To take the blame that they can' t hide | |
Like a frightened child who is running scared | |
And they know each other well | |
Through the innocence long gone | |
Is the only thing they ever shared | |
She' ll promise that she' ll try again | |
He' ll promise that he' ll settle down | |
And they will call themselves the best of friends | |
But still they' re strangers, just like anyone | |
Anybody' s war |
zuò qǔ : Davies | |
Her arms around a flag of blue | |
His colours flying black and white | |
She hears the voice between the lines | |
He hears the warning, he turns his back | |
Anybody' s war | |
Who is there to catch the pieces | |
Anybody' s war | |
Faces we don' t recognise | |
She catches every last regret | |
She holds it gently like a dying star | |
He stands like a small boy in the street | |
Throwing rocks and stones into the crowd | |
Anybody' s war | |
Who is there to catch the pieces | |
Anybody' s war | |
Faces we don' t recognise | |
Anybody' s war | |
Turning round and round in circles | |
Anybody' s war | |
People just like you and I | |
Just a little too afraid | |
To take the blame that they can' t hide | |
Like a frightened child who is running scared | |
And they know each other well | |
Through the innocence long gone | |
Is the only thing they ever shared | |
She' ll promise that she' ll try again | |
He' ll promise that he' ll settle down | |
And they will call themselves the best of friends | |
But still they' re strangers, just like anyone | |
Anybody' s war |