Song | You're Burning Me |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Bridge |
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作词 : Blues Traveler | |
I'm looking for some kind of sign | |
My dream is made of gold | |
I tread upon with muddy feet | |
My fever leaves me cold | |
I'm stretched across a thousand miles | |
And there's nothing | |
I can do Useless machines without your word | |
And the ropes are burning through | |
Fire is flame | |
You're burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You're burning me | |
The flickering illuminates | |
But I only see your face | |
Paradise to he who waits | |
But it doesn't know it's place | |
I stand beyond the bain of time | |
I'm strong against the sand | |
Trapped inside the hourglass | |
Turning over in your hands | |
Fire is flame | |
You're burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You're burning me | |
I'm at your mercy, at your feet | |
It isn't good enough | |
Though I am burned, | |
I don't retain the heat | |
Without the sunshine of your love | |
You maketh me of fire and flame | |
No engine is en route | |
There's no evil in the joy you bring | |
But there's torture all about | |
Fire is flame | |
You're burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You're burning me |
zuo ci : Blues Traveler | |
I' m looking for some kind of sign | |
My dream is made of gold | |
I tread upon with muddy feet | |
My fever leaves me cold | |
I' m stretched across a thousand miles | |
And there' s nothing | |
I can do Useless machines without your word | |
And the ropes are burning through | |
Fire is flame | |
You' re burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You' re burning me | |
The flickering illuminates | |
But I only see your face | |
Paradise to he who waits | |
But it doesn' t know it' s place | |
I stand beyond the bain of time | |
I' m strong against the sand | |
Trapped inside the hourglass | |
Turning over in your hands | |
Fire is flame | |
You' re burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You' re burning me | |
I' m at your mercy, at your feet | |
It isn' t good enough | |
Though I am burned, | |
I don' t retain the heat | |
Without the sunshine of your love | |
You maketh me of fire and flame | |
No engine is en route | |
There' s no evil in the joy you bring | |
But there' s torture all about | |
Fire is flame | |
You' re burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You' re burning me |
zuò cí : Blues Traveler | |
I' m looking for some kind of sign | |
My dream is made of gold | |
I tread upon with muddy feet | |
My fever leaves me cold | |
I' m stretched across a thousand miles | |
And there' s nothing | |
I can do Useless machines without your word | |
And the ropes are burning through | |
Fire is flame | |
You' re burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You' re burning me | |
The flickering illuminates | |
But I only see your face | |
Paradise to he who waits | |
But it doesn' t know it' s place | |
I stand beyond the bain of time | |
I' m strong against the sand | |
Trapped inside the hourglass | |
Turning over in your hands | |
Fire is flame | |
You' re burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You' re burning me | |
I' m at your mercy, at your feet | |
It isn' t good enough | |
Though I am burned, | |
I don' t retain the heat | |
Without the sunshine of your love | |
You maketh me of fire and flame | |
No engine is en route | |
There' s no evil in the joy you bring | |
But there' s torture all about | |
Fire is flame | |
You' re burning me | |
Passion is pain | |
You' re burning me |