| 作词 : Lind | |
| Star bright gypsy night spring is on your breezes | |
| Young wild Friday's child going where he pleases | |
| Coquettish blooming lilacs float their perfume throught the window | |
| Teasing me and tempting me to leave my restless limbo | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don't call it anything, I just let it take me | |
| Dark blue slips into closing skies of twilight | |
| Til streets take my feet dancing toward the midnight | |
| It's just the kind of night that brings a special kind of hunger | |
| Searching for the kind of love you had when you were younger | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don't call it anything, I just let it take me | |
| Soft wind rolling in settles down upon me | |
| I'm bound toward the sound of something just beyond me | |
| Through the sleeping city with confetti starlight falling | |
| Open eyed and moving toward the distant voice that's calling | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don't call it anything, I just let it take me |
| zuo ci : Lind | |
| Star bright gypsy night spring is on your breezes | |
| Young wild Friday' s child going where he pleases | |
| Coquettish blooming lilacs float their perfume throught the window | |
| Teasing me and tempting me to leave my restless limbo | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don' t call it anything, I just let it take me | |
| Dark blue slips into closing skies of twilight | |
| Til streets take my feet dancing toward the midnight | |
| It' s just the kind of night that brings a special kind of hunger | |
| Searching for the kind of love you had when you were younger | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don' t call it anything, I just let it take me | |
| Soft wind rolling in settles down upon me | |
| I' m bound toward the sound of something just beyond me | |
| Through the sleeping city with confetti starlight falling | |
| Open eyed and moving toward the distant voice that' s calling | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don' t call it anything, I just let it take me |
| zuò cí : Lind | |
| Star bright gypsy night spring is on your breezes | |
| Young wild Friday' s child going where he pleases | |
| Coquettish blooming lilacs float their perfume throught the window | |
| Teasing me and tempting me to leave my restless limbo | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don' t call it anything, I just let it take me | |
| Dark blue slips into closing skies of twilight | |
| Til streets take my feet dancing toward the midnight | |
| It' s just the kind of night that brings a special kind of hunger | |
| Searching for the kind of love you had when you were younger | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don' t call it anything, I just let it take me | |
| Soft wind rolling in settles down upon me | |
| I' m bound toward the sound of something just beyond me | |
| Through the sleeping city with confetti starlight falling | |
| Open eyed and moving toward the distant voice that' s calling | |
| Some may call it wanderlust, some may call it crazy | |
| I don' t call it anything, I just let it take me |
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