Song | Golden Streams |
Artist | The Hidden Cameras |
Album | The Smell Of Our Own |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Gibb |
[01:08.70] | Golden stream |
[01:12.64] | In the cold |
[01:16.47] | It turns to ice |
[01:20.41] | Runs down my knees in fright |
[01:24.89] | Golden stream |
[01:27.93] | Turns from warm to cold |
[01:32.18] | In frightful time |
[01:36.00] | In the frozen dead of night |
[01:40.49] | The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven |
[01:47.58] | Held up high by golden streams of ice |
[01:55.94] | My golden bone meets the golden bun |
[02:03.88] | Buns held high in our dreams of men |
[02:11.94] | Golden streams of ice |
[02:15.86] | In the cold |
[02:19.28] | Hold up a city of gold |
[02:23.75] | That lives in broad daylight |
[02:27.33] | Two golden streams |
[02:31.33] | Run down my cheeks |
[02:35.45] | When buns are deprived |
[02:39.13] | Of my dreams of men |
[02:42.95] | I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven |
[02:47.12] | Held up high by golden streams of ice |
[02:55.55] | The golden bone belongs in golden bun |
[03:06.47] | Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us |
[03:15.03] | My golden wand waves down your golden rod |
[03:22.89] | Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky |
[03:30.41] | Then a stream of gold released from golden stone |
[03:38.53] | Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice |
[03:46.42] | The golden streams |
[03:50.41] | The golden streams |
[03:54.08] | The golden streams |
[03:57.88] | The golden streams |
[04:02.10] | The golden streams |
[04:06.03] | The golden streams |
[04:09.76] | The golden streams |
[04:14.11] | The golden streams |
[04:18.32] | The golden streams |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Gibb |
[01:08.70] | Golden stream |
[01:12.64] | In the cold |
[01:16.47] | It turns to ice |
[01:20.41] | Runs down my knees in fright |
[01:24.89] | Golden stream |
[01:27.93] | Turns from warm to cold |
[01:32.18] | In frightful time |
[01:36.00] | In the frozen dead of night |
[01:40.49] | The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven |
[01:47.58] | Held up high by golden streams of ice |
[01:55.94] | My golden bone meets the golden bun |
[02:03.88] | Buns held high in our dreams of men |
[02:11.94] | Golden streams of ice |
[02:15.86] | In the cold |
[02:19.28] | Hold up a city of gold |
[02:23.75] | That lives in broad daylight |
[02:27.33] | Two golden streams |
[02:31.33] | Run down my cheeks |
[02:35.45] | When buns are deprived |
[02:39.13] | Of my dreams of men |
[02:42.95] | I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven |
[02:47.12] | Held up high by golden streams of ice |
[02:55.55] | The golden bone belongs in golden bun |
[03:06.47] | Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us |
[03:15.03] | My golden wand waves down your golden rod |
[03:22.89] | Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky |
[03:30.41] | Then a stream of gold released from golden stone |
[03:38.53] | Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice |
[03:46.42] | The golden streams |
[03:50.41] | The golden streams |
[03:54.08] | The golden streams |
[03:57.88] | The golden streams |
[04:02.10] | The golden streams |
[04:06.03] | The golden streams |
[04:09.76] | The golden streams |
[04:14.11] | The golden streams |
[04:18.32] | The golden streams |