| Song | Spanish Hotel |
| Artist | Adrian Borland |
| Album | Cinematic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Adrian Borland |
| [00:20.070] | In your room, stuck in a heat, |
| [00:29.026] | As if the power of the sun |
| [00:31.773] | Was all being spent in one noon |
| [00:38.118] | You woke with your head the wrong end of the bed. |
| [00:43.103] | You stair at the phone as it rings, |
| [00:47.362] | But right now two yards is two yards too far for you, |
| [00:56.538] | And you feel the summer burning little holes |
| [01:07.120] | In every sense |
| [01:10.307] | That you've got and you've seen the ceiling turning |
| [01:23.074] | On a dark ride that won't let you off. |
| [01:30.565] | |
| [01:46.896] | In your room, high above the streets, |
| [01:56.103] | Your patience is stretched snap taut as a drum |
| [02:05.010] | Soon don't mean soon, it just slips off her tongue |
| [02:10.026] | And the waiting makes statues that crack when |
| [02:13.445] | She comes, |
| [02:14.624] | And you shake . . . you need her to come, |
| [02:23.445] | And you feel something burning, it's your dignity, |
| [02:36.201] | It's seen how far you can fall and you feel |
| [02:45.355] | The hours turning into centuries full of nothing at all |
| [02:57.571] | |
| [03:13.777] | In your room, alone on the sheets, |
| [03:22.678] | Skin so pale it glows opaque in the night |
| [03:31.821] | Dawn will soon come, the darkness be gone. |
| [03:36.942] | Along with the crutches it takes to feel strong, |
| [03:41.098] | Still your fear will be dragged into the light, |
| [03:50.268] | And deep down inside you are burning |
| [03:58.395] | With the hatred of what you've become, |
| [04:07.968] | And you fear that you're turning into something |
| [04:21.194] | Instead of someone. |
| [04:26.590] | Room 83, it's the one you never leave, |
| [04:35.387] | It's a little piece of hell, your Spanish hotel |
| [04:42.788] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Adrian Borland |
| [00:20.070] | In your room, stuck in a heat, |
| [00:29.026] | As if the power of the sun |
| [00:31.773] | Was all being spent in one noon |
| [00:38.118] | You woke with your head the wrong end of the bed. |
| [00:43.103] | You stair at the phone as it rings, |
| [00:47.362] | But right now two yards is two yards too far for you, |
| [00:56.538] | And you feel the summer burning little holes |
| [01:07.120] | In every sense |
| [01:10.307] | That you' ve got and you' ve seen the ceiling turning |
| [01:23.074] | On a dark ride that won' t let you off. |
| [01:30.565] | |
| [01:46.896] | In your room, high above the streets, |
| [01:56.103] | Your patience is stretched snap taut as a drum |
| [02:05.010] | Soon don' t mean soon, it just slips off her tongue |
| [02:10.026] | And the waiting makes statues that crack when |
| [02:13.445] | She comes, |
| [02:14.624] | And you shake . . . you need her to come, |
| [02:23.445] | And you feel something burning, it' s your dignity, |
| [02:36.201] | It' s seen how far you can fall and you feel |
| [02:45.355] | The hours turning into centuries full of nothing at all |
| [02:57.571] | |
| [03:13.777] | In your room, alone on the sheets, |
| [03:22.678] | Skin so pale it glows opaque in the night |
| [03:31.821] | Dawn will soon come, the darkness be gone. |
| [03:36.942] | Along with the crutches it takes to feel strong, |
| [03:41.098] | Still your fear will be dragged into the light, |
| [03:50.268] | And deep down inside you are burning |
| [03:58.395] | With the hatred of what you' ve become, |
| [04:07.968] | And you fear that you' re turning into something |
| [04:21.194] | Instead of someone. |
| [04:26.590] | Room 83, it' s the one you never leave, |
| [04:35.387] | It' s a little piece of hell, your Spanish hotel |
| [04:42.788] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Adrian Borland |
| [00:20.070] | In your room, stuck in a heat, |
| [00:29.026] | As if the power of the sun |
| [00:31.773] | Was all being spent in one noon |
| [00:38.118] | You woke with your head the wrong end of the bed. |
| [00:43.103] | You stair at the phone as it rings, |
| [00:47.362] | But right now two yards is two yards too far for you, |
| [00:56.538] | And you feel the summer burning little holes |
| [01:07.120] | In every sense |
| [01:10.307] | That you' ve got and you' ve seen the ceiling turning |
| [01:23.074] | On a dark ride that won' t let you off. |
| [01:30.565] | |
| [01:46.896] | In your room, high above the streets, |
| [01:56.103] | Your patience is stretched snap taut as a drum |
| [02:05.010] | Soon don' t mean soon, it just slips off her tongue |
| [02:10.026] | And the waiting makes statues that crack when |
| [02:13.445] | She comes, |
| [02:14.624] | And you shake . . . you need her to come, |
| [02:23.445] | And you feel something burning, it' s your dignity, |
| [02:36.201] | It' s seen how far you can fall and you feel |
| [02:45.355] | The hours turning into centuries full of nothing at all |
| [02:57.571] | |
| [03:13.777] | In your room, alone on the sheets, |
| [03:22.678] | Skin so pale it glows opaque in the night |
| [03:31.821] | Dawn will soon come, the darkness be gone. |
| [03:36.942] | Along with the crutches it takes to feel strong, |
| [03:41.098] | Still your fear will be dragged into the light, |
| [03:50.268] | And deep down inside you are burning |
| [03:58.395] | With the hatred of what you' ve become, |
| [04:07.968] | And you fear that you' re turning into something |
| [04:21.194] | Instead of someone. |
| [04:26.590] | Room 83, it' s the one you never leave, |
| [04:35.387] | It' s a little piece of hell, your Spanish hotel |
| [04:42.788] |