Song | Flavour of Night |
Artist | Robyn Hitchcock |
Album | I Often Dream of Trains in New York |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hitchcock | |
Long slender shadows pulsating in windows | |
While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light | |
A different disease in another translation | |
Though you don't understand a familiar sensation | |
But who needs to talk when you're caught in the flavour of night | |
And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
You, yeah you, are my friend | |
All that you want could be happening for you | |
Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight | |
Eyes you don't trust the fingers have beckoned | |
How long you got left--well, how long do you reckon | |
But who goes to waste when they're tasting the flavour of night | |
And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
You, yeah you, are my friend |
zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
Long slender shadows pulsating in windows | |
While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light | |
A different disease in another translation | |
Though you don' t understand a familiar sensation | |
But who needs to talk when you' re caught in the flavour of night | |
And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
You, yeah you, are my friend | |
All that you want could be happening for you | |
Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight | |
Eyes you don' t trust the fingers have beckoned | |
How long you got leftwell, how long do you reckon | |
But who goes to waste when they' re tasting the flavour of night | |
And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
You, yeah you, are my friend |
zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
Long slender shadows pulsating in windows | |
While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light | |
A different disease in another translation | |
Though you don' t understand a familiar sensation | |
But who needs to talk when you' re caught in the flavour of night | |
And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
You, yeah you, are my friend | |
All that you want could be happening for you | |
Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight | |
Eyes you don' t trust the fingers have beckoned | |
How long you got leftwell, how long do you reckon | |
But who goes to waste when they' re tasting the flavour of night | |
And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
You, yeah you, are my friend |