Song | It's A Very Deep Sea |
Artist | The Style Council |
Album | Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Paul Weller | |
I'll keep on diving til i reach the ends, | |
Dredging up the past to drive me round the bendz, | |
What is it in me that i can't forget | |
I keep finding so much that i now regret. | |
But no, on i go down into the depths | |
Turning things over that are better left | |
Dredging up the past that has gone for good | |
Trying to polish up what is rotting wood. | |
Something inside takes me down again | |
Diving not for goblets but tin cans | |
Dredging up the past for reasons so rife | |
Passing bits of wrecks that once passed for life. | |
But i'll keep on diving till i drown the sea, | |
Of things not worth, even mentioning | |
Perhaps i'll come to the surface and come to my senses | |
But it's a very deep sea around my own devizes. | |
Diving, diving. |
zuo qu : Paul Weller | |
I' ll keep on diving til i reach the ends, | |
Dredging up the past to drive me round the bendz, | |
What is it in me that i can' t forget | |
I keep finding so much that i now regret. | |
But no, on i go down into the depths | |
Turning things over that are better left | |
Dredging up the past that has gone for good | |
Trying to polish up what is rotting wood. | |
Something inside takes me down again | |
Diving not for goblets but tin cans | |
Dredging up the past for reasons so rife | |
Passing bits of wrecks that once passed for life. | |
But i' ll keep on diving till i drown the sea, | |
Of things not worth, even mentioning | |
Perhaps i' ll come to the surface and come to my senses | |
But it' s a very deep sea around my own devizes. | |
Diving, diving. |
zuò qǔ : Paul Weller | |
I' ll keep on diving til i reach the ends, | |
Dredging up the past to drive me round the bendz, | |
What is it in me that i can' t forget | |
I keep finding so much that i now regret. | |
But no, on i go down into the depths | |
Turning things over that are better left | |
Dredging up the past that has gone for good | |
Trying to polish up what is rotting wood. | |
Something inside takes me down again | |
Diving not for goblets but tin cans | |
Dredging up the past for reasons so rife | |
Passing bits of wrecks that once passed for life. | |
But i' ll keep on diving till i drown the sea, | |
Of things not worth, even mentioning | |
Perhaps i' ll come to the surface and come to my senses | |
But it' s a very deep sea around my own devizes. | |
Diving, diving. |