Song | Some Of Them |
Artist | Ultravox |
Album | Systems Of Romance (Remastered & Expanded) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ultravox | |
Some of them are changing day to day | |
Some of them flicker then they fade | |
Some of them are triggered off by any crazy thing | |
Some of them are all that's left | |
Some of them are just dead regrets | |
Some of them are shining out through everything I see | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them are brittle, some are sad | |
Some of them are aching, some are glad | |
Some of them are gone so long, they're hard to recognize | |
Stand close to the long parade | |
Watch them passing by in their million ways | |
Walk on through the evergreens | |
Pass from scene to scene through all these yesterdays | |
Some of them are friends just as they were | |
Some of them are gentle, some can fret | |
Some of them are crowding closer every passing year | |
Some of them live in photographs | |
Some of them still give me a laugh | |
Some of them I've out-absorbed as they're changing me | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them |
zuo ci : Ultravox | |
Some of them are changing day to day | |
Some of them flicker then they fade | |
Some of them are triggered off by any crazy thing | |
Some of them are all that' s left | |
Some of them are just dead regrets | |
Some of them are shining out through everything I see | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them are brittle, some are sad | |
Some of them are aching, some are glad | |
Some of them are gone so long, they' re hard to recognize | |
Stand close to the long parade | |
Watch them passing by in their million ways | |
Walk on through the evergreens | |
Pass from scene to scene through all these yesterdays | |
Some of them are friends just as they were | |
Some of them are gentle, some can fret | |
Some of them are crowding closer every passing year | |
Some of them live in photographs | |
Some of them still give me a laugh | |
Some of them I' ve outabsorbed as they' re changing me | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them |
zuò cí : Ultravox | |
Some of them are changing day to day | |
Some of them flicker then they fade | |
Some of them are triggered off by any crazy thing | |
Some of them are all that' s left | |
Some of them are just dead regrets | |
Some of them are shining out through everything I see | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them are brittle, some are sad | |
Some of them are aching, some are glad | |
Some of them are gone so long, they' re hard to recognize | |
Stand close to the long parade | |
Watch them passing by in their million ways | |
Walk on through the evergreens | |
Pass from scene to scene through all these yesterdays | |
Some of them are friends just as they were | |
Some of them are gentle, some can fret | |
Some of them are crowding closer every passing year | |
Some of them live in photographs | |
Some of them still give me a laugh | |
Some of them I' ve outabsorbed as they' re changing me | |
Some of them | |
Some of them | |
Some of them |