Song | Under The Rotunda |
Artist | The Lucksmiths |
Album | A Good Kind Of Nervous |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lucksmiths | |
It’s already Friday | |
And soon it’ll be Friday night | |
And if you’ve got something planned | |
I suppose I’ll understand | |
But give me half an hour | |
And I’ll meet you in the gardens | |
I’ll probably be waiting under the rotunda if it’s raining | |
And somewhere near the see-saws if it’s not | |
We can wander round the football ground | |
As the sun sets on the grandstand | |
If it gets a little cold there | |
We can hold hands in the goal square | |
It’s getting dark and baby don’t the shops shine bright | |
I’ve been here for hours | |
I can’t see the florist for the flowers | |
And I can’t see the point in hanging around | |
I know we’ve done all this before | |
But once more won’t hurt | |
So let’s do it once more | |
Bereft of ideas | |
We live here but we’re sightseers | |
Somewhere over the railway line | |
There’s a light on in your loungeroom | |
Do you remember when I found you fast asleep? | |
You were so slow to your feet | |
I didn’t mean to yell | |
It’s just that I’m a little jealous | |
‘Cause you can do the Rubik’s Cube and I can’t | |
I relied on blind faith and dumb luck | |
But eventually the stickers came unstuck | |
I know we’ve done all this before | |
But once more won’t hurt | |
So let’s do it once more | |
Bereft of ideas | |
We live here but we’re sightseers |
zuo ci : Lucksmiths | |
It' s already Friday | |
And soon it' ll be Friday night | |
And if you' ve got something planned | |
I suppose I' ll understand | |
But give me half an hour | |
And I' ll meet you in the gardens | |
I' ll probably be waiting under the rotunda if it' s raining | |
And somewhere near the seesaws if it' s not | |
We can wander round the football ground | |
As the sun sets on the grandstand | |
If it gets a little cold there | |
We can hold hands in the goal square | |
It' s getting dark and baby don' t the shops shine bright | |
I' ve been here for hours | |
I can' t see the florist for the flowers | |
And I can' t see the point in hanging around | |
I know we' ve done all this before | |
But once more won' t hurt | |
So let' s do it once more | |
Bereft of ideas | |
We live here but we' re sightseers | |
Somewhere over the railway line | |
There' s a light on in your loungeroom | |
Do you remember when I found you fast asleep? | |
You were so slow to your feet | |
I didn' t mean to yell | |
It' s just that I' m a little jealous | |
' Cause you can do the Rubik' s Cube and I can' t | |
I relied on blind faith and dumb luck | |
But eventually the stickers came unstuck | |
I know we' ve done all this before | |
But once more won' t hurt | |
So let' s do it once more | |
Bereft of ideas | |
We live here but we' re sightseers |
zuò cí : Lucksmiths | |
It' s already Friday | |
And soon it' ll be Friday night | |
And if you' ve got something planned | |
I suppose I' ll understand | |
But give me half an hour | |
And I' ll meet you in the gardens | |
I' ll probably be waiting under the rotunda if it' s raining | |
And somewhere near the seesaws if it' s not | |
We can wander round the football ground | |
As the sun sets on the grandstand | |
If it gets a little cold there | |
We can hold hands in the goal square | |
It' s getting dark and baby don' t the shops shine bright | |
I' ve been here for hours | |
I can' t see the florist for the flowers | |
And I can' t see the point in hanging around | |
I know we' ve done all this before | |
But once more won' t hurt | |
So let' s do it once more | |
Bereft of ideas | |
We live here but we' re sightseers | |
Somewhere over the railway line | |
There' s a light on in your loungeroom | |
Do you remember when I found you fast asleep? | |
You were so slow to your feet | |
I didn' t mean to yell | |
It' s just that I' m a little jealous | |
' Cause you can do the Rubik' s Cube and I can' t | |
I relied on blind faith and dumb luck | |
But eventually the stickers came unstuck | |
I know we' ve done all this before | |
But once more won' t hurt | |
So let' s do it once more | |
Bereft of ideas | |
We live here but we' re sightseers |