| Song | You're Burning Me |
| Artist | Blues Traveler |
| Album | Bridge |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |