Song | We Came To Dance |
Artist | Ultravox |
Album | The Best Of Ultravox |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cann, Cross, Currie, Ure | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
Standing as the parade goes passing by | |
I hear a voice around me cry | |
Like the sound of distant drums | |
Rejected and alone, a heart without a home | |
And someone said | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Waiting as the panic grips my hand | |
Hearing prose from high command | |
Like a million times before, no dignity or grace | |
It's the prize and not the race | |
And someone said | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves foRm a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play |
zuo ci : Cann, Cross, Currie, Ure | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
Standing as the parade goes passing by | |
I hear a voice around me cry | |
Like the sound of distant drums | |
Rejected and alone, a heart without a home | |
And someone said | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Waiting as the panic grips my hand | |
Hearing prose from high command | |
Like a million times before, no dignity or grace | |
It' s the prize and not the race | |
And someone said | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves foRm a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play |
zuò cí : Cann, Cross, Currie, Ure | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
Standing as the parade goes passing by | |
I hear a voice around me cry | |
Like the sound of distant drums | |
Rejected and alone, a heart without a home | |
And someone said | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Waiting as the panic grips my hand | |
Hearing prose from high command | |
Like a million times before, no dignity or grace | |
It' s the prize and not the race | |
And someone said | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves foRm a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play | |
The ties that bind us just slip away | |
We came to dance | |
The piper calls out a different rhyme | |
He cracks the whip and we step in time | |
We came to dance | |
Making moves from a passion play |