Song | Wet Afternoon |
Artist | The Stranglers |
Album | Stranglers in the Night |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stranglers | |
Hands around a circle | |
In the candlelight | |
Now a childlike voice comes | |
From the other side | |
There behind the curtain | |
I saw something move | |
I couldn't tell for certain | |
Maybe it was you | |
She wants to speak to daddy | |
But daddy doesn't come | |
We only try to help her | |
We mean nobody harm | |
Keeping dry on a wet afternoon | |
This is no place for tears | |
The table turns on a wet afternoon | |
God has mighty powers | |
No one can explain | |
He chose us for his agents | |
To help our fellow man | |
They say it's an illusion | |
What we do in here | |
And for the richest pocket | |
We are the most sincere | |
Repeat chorus | |
Someone's pulled the curtains | |
All the lights turned out | |
Taps upon the table | |
In an empty house |
zuo ci : Stranglers | |
Hands around a circle | |
In the candlelight | |
Now a childlike voice comes | |
From the other side | |
There behind the curtain | |
I saw something move | |
I couldn' t tell for certain | |
Maybe it was you | |
She wants to speak to daddy | |
But daddy doesn' t come | |
We only try to help her | |
We mean nobody harm | |
Keeping dry on a wet afternoon | |
This is no place for tears | |
The table turns on a wet afternoon | |
God has mighty powers | |
No one can explain | |
He chose us for his agents | |
To help our fellow man | |
They say it' s an illusion | |
What we do in here | |
And for the richest pocket | |
We are the most sincere | |
Repeat chorus | |
Someone' s pulled the curtains | |
All the lights turned out | |
Taps upon the table | |
In an empty house |
zuò cí : Stranglers | |
Hands around a circle | |
In the candlelight | |
Now a childlike voice comes | |
From the other side | |
There behind the curtain | |
I saw something move | |
I couldn' t tell for certain | |
Maybe it was you | |
She wants to speak to daddy | |
But daddy doesn' t come | |
We only try to help her | |
We mean nobody harm | |
Keeping dry on a wet afternoon | |
This is no place for tears | |
The table turns on a wet afternoon | |
God has mighty powers | |
No one can explain | |
He chose us for his agents | |
To help our fellow man | |
They say it' s an illusion | |
What we do in here | |
And for the richest pocket | |
We are the most sincere | |
Repeat chorus | |
Someone' s pulled the curtains | |
All the lights turned out | |
Taps upon the table | |
In an empty house |