Song | Big Tops |
Artist | Steve Wariner |
Album | Burnin' The Roadhouse Down |
作词 : Hummon, Wariner | |
As long as the ferris wheel spins 'round | |
Makin' the night bright as day | |
I know our love will shine about | |
And keep the darkness at bay | |
I know you'll see the man you love | |
But not the man that I am | |
I pray that I can win you a prize | |
And the summer will never end | |
But the circus is leaving town | |
They're firing all the clowns | |
And the hum of the trucks | |
As they're loading 'em up | |
Makes a lonesome sound | |
The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
Yeah, they're bringing the big tops down | |
The kids are all grown and gone | |
It's awful quiet at night | |
And we're both feeling all alone | |
Though we're lying side by side | |
We hover around this haunted house | |
Like a couple of ghosts | |
The laughing, the crying, the lovin', the fightin' | |
I don't know what I miss the most | |
But the circus is leaving town | |
They're firing all the clowns | |
And the hum of the trucks | |
As they're loading 'em up | |
Makes a lonesome sound | |
The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
Yeah, they're bringing the big tops down | |
I keep standing by the window listening for the sound | |
For the wheels of love rolling coming back around | |
Coming back around, Baby | |
But the circus is leaving town | |
They're firing all the clowns | |
And the hum of the trucks | |
As they're loading 'em up | |
Makes a lonesome sound | |
The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
Yeah, they're bringing the big tops down | |
They're bringing the big tops down | |
They're bringing the big tops down | |
They're bringing the big tops down... |
zuò cí : Hummon, Wariner | |
As long as the ferris wheel spins ' round | |
Makin' the night bright as day | |
I know our love will shine about | |
And keep the darkness at bay | |
I know you' ll see the man you love | |
But not the man that I am | |
I pray that I can win you a prize | |
And the summer will never end | |
But the circus is leaving town | |
They' re firing all the clowns | |
And the hum of the trucks | |
As they' re loading ' em up | |
Makes a lonesome sound | |
The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
The kids are all grown and gone | |
It' s awful quiet at night | |
And we' re both feeling all alone | |
Though we' re lying side by side | |
We hover around this haunted house | |
Like a couple of ghosts | |
The laughing, the crying, the lovin', the fightin' | |
I don' t know what I miss the most | |
But the circus is leaving town | |
They' re firing all the clowns | |
And the hum of the trucks | |
As they' re loading ' em up | |
Makes a lonesome sound | |
The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
I keep standing by the window listening for the sound | |
For the wheels of love rolling coming back around | |
Coming back around, Baby | |
But the circus is leaving town | |
They' re firing all the clowns | |
And the hum of the trucks | |
As they' re loading ' em up | |
Makes a lonesome sound | |
The big tops are coming down, Baby | |
Yeah, they' re bringing the big tops down | |
They' re bringing the big tops down | |
They' re bringing the big tops down | |
They' re bringing the big tops down... |