Song | This Could Be the Day |
Artist | Robyn Hitchcock |
Album | I Often Dream of Trains in New York |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hitchcock | |
This could be the day I've waited for all my life | |
And it's coming true | |
This could be the day I've waited for all my life | |
And it looks like you | |
Bells of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
This could be the night I've waited for all my frum- | |
-py little life | |
This could be the night I cut a malignant growth | |
With a steel knife | |
Tongues of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
This could be the train I've waited for all my life | |
Coming 'round the bend | |
This could be the chain that fettered me all my life | |
Coming to an end | |
I always bowed and curtsied | |
I held the candle high | |
And I blessed your valuable feet | |
As they went by | |
Tongues of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves |
zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
And it' s coming true | |
This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
And it looks like you | |
Bells of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
This could be the night I' ve waited for all my frum | |
py little life | |
This could be the night I cut a malignant growth | |
With a steel knife | |
Tongues of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
This could be the train I' ve waited for all my life | |
Coming ' round the bend | |
This could be the chain that fettered me all my life | |
Coming to an end | |
I always bowed and curtsied | |
I held the candle high | |
And I blessed your valuable feet | |
As they went by | |
Tongues of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves |
zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
And it' s coming true | |
This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
And it looks like you | |
Bells of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
This could be the night I' ve waited for all my frum | |
py little life | |
This could be the night I cut a malignant growth | |
With a steel knife | |
Tongues of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
This could be the train I' ve waited for all my life | |
Coming ' round the bend | |
This could be the chain that fettered me all my life | |
Coming to an end | |
I always bowed and curtsied | |
I held the candle high | |
And I blessed your valuable feet | |
As they went by | |
Tongues of fire hissing through | |
The dark and tropical night | |
Thrown by Nubian slaves |