Song | Jericho Bay |
Artist | Icehouse |
Album | Man of Colours/Code Blue |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davies, Lloyd | |
Every night, he comes home late, | |
And if she's lucky he'll just pass her by | |
Every night, she sits and waits | |
Though he never thought to ask her why | |
Broken table in the kitchen, neighbours wake and listen | |
He complains about the mess in the place | |
In the morning she'll forgive him, think of any reason | |
To forget about the state of her face | |
She's got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
Everyday, she counted the hours | |
And the weeks she counted on the wall | |
Everyday, just a little older | |
Everyday just like the one before | |
She never told her mother, never told her father | |
Never wasted one single tear | |
Her secret safely hidden, no word of explanation | |
She packs her bag and closes the door | |
She's got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
She's got a secondhand suitcase, her Sunday dress on | |
And a photograph of Jericho Bay | |
She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
And she can hear the rails singing, way up to the moon | |
Hanging yellow over Jericho bay | |
And she'll never be back again. |
zuo qu : Davies, Lloyd | |
Every night, he comes home late, | |
And if she' s lucky he' ll just pass her by | |
Every night, she sits and waits | |
Though he never thought to ask her why | |
Broken table in the kitchen, neighbours wake and listen | |
He complains about the mess in the place | |
In the morning she' ll forgive him, think of any reason | |
To forget about the state of her face | |
She' s got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
Everyday, she counted the hours | |
And the weeks she counted on the wall | |
Everyday, just a little older | |
Everyday just like the one before | |
She never told her mother, never told her father | |
Never wasted one single tear | |
Her secret safely hidden, no word of explanation | |
She packs her bag and closes the door | |
She' s got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
She' s got a secondhand suitcase, her Sunday dress on | |
And a photograph of Jericho Bay | |
She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
And she can hear the rails singing, way up to the moon | |
Hanging yellow over Jericho bay | |
And she' ll never be back again. |
zuò qǔ : Davies, Lloyd | |
Every night, he comes home late, | |
And if she' s lucky he' ll just pass her by | |
Every night, she sits and waits | |
Though he never thought to ask her why | |
Broken table in the kitchen, neighbours wake and listen | |
He complains about the mess in the place | |
In the morning she' ll forgive him, think of any reason | |
To forget about the state of her face | |
She' s got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
Everyday, she counted the hours | |
And the weeks she counted on the wall | |
Everyday, just a little older | |
Everyday just like the one before | |
She never told her mother, never told her father | |
Never wasted one single tear | |
Her secret safely hidden, no word of explanation | |
She packs her bag and closes the door | |
She' s got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
She' s got a secondhand suitcase, her Sunday dress on | |
And a photograph of Jericho Bay | |
She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
And she can hear the rails singing, way up to the moon | |
Hanging yellow over Jericho bay | |
And she' ll never be back again. |