Song | Flowers In The Concrete |
Artist | Tom Cochrane |
Album | Ragged Ass Road |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ducharme | |
Tilting at windmills on a downtown street | |
O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep | |
She wears a tight smile as she's walking the beat | |
Looking for a little fame | |
This ain't no oliver twist - no mister brownlow here | |
She gathers enough spare change to get | |
Something to eat | |
She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that's | |
Miles and miles away from danger | |
She just wants to be happy now | |
CHORUS | |
She's living on the street | |
Flowers in the concrete | |
What a beautiful beat | |
Flowers in the concrete | |
Walking on lines of poetry | |
She's a shakesperian tragedy | |
Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians | |
There's always somebody on the run | |
Trying to get away from that danger | |
She's just trying to get away from | |
The stranger | |
CHORUS | |
She dances on the pavement | |
Likes she's the only one | |
Who's a stranger | |
In a cloudburst she starts to cry | |
You have to do the weirdest things just to | |
stay alive | |
I'm going down to meet my fate at the | |
Jesus saves sign | |
Maybe get lucky- maybe find my smile yeah | |
CHORUS |
zuo ci : Ducharme | |
Tilting at windmills on a downtown street | |
O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep | |
She wears a tight smile as she' s walking the beat | |
Looking for a little fame | |
This ain' t no oliver twist no mister brownlow here | |
She gathers enough spare change to get | |
Something to eat | |
She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that' s | |
Miles and miles away from danger | |
She just wants to be happy now | |
CHORUS | |
She' s living on the street | |
Flowers in the concrete | |
What a beautiful beat | |
Flowers in the concrete | |
Walking on lines of poetry | |
She' s a shakesperian tragedy | |
Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians | |
There' s always somebody on the run | |
Trying to get away from that danger | |
She' s just trying to get away from | |
The stranger | |
CHORUS | |
She dances on the pavement | |
Likes she' s the only one | |
Who' s a stranger | |
In a cloudburst she starts to cry | |
You have to do the weirdest things just to | |
stay alive | |
I' m going down to meet my fate at the | |
Jesus saves sign | |
Maybe get lucky maybe find my smile yeah | |
CHORUS |
zuò cí : Ducharme | |
Tilting at windmills on a downtown street | |
O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep | |
She wears a tight smile as she' s walking the beat | |
Looking for a little fame | |
This ain' t no oliver twist no mister brownlow here | |
She gathers enough spare change to get | |
Something to eat | |
She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that' s | |
Miles and miles away from danger | |
She just wants to be happy now | |
CHORUS | |
She' s living on the street | |
Flowers in the concrete | |
What a beautiful beat | |
Flowers in the concrete | |
Walking on lines of poetry | |
She' s a shakesperian tragedy | |
Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians | |
There' s always somebody on the run | |
Trying to get away from that danger | |
She' s just trying to get away from | |
The stranger | |
CHORUS | |
She dances on the pavement | |
Likes she' s the only one | |
Who' s a stranger | |
In a cloudburst she starts to cry | |
You have to do the weirdest things just to | |
stay alive | |
I' m going down to meet my fate at the | |
Jesus saves sign | |
Maybe get lucky maybe find my smile yeah | |
CHORUS |