| Song | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
| Artist | David & the Citizens |
| Album | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fridlund | |
| 1st of May sister- put that record on | |
| and dance thru the rooms | |
| of the house of your dreams | |
| there's not much 'round here that's half | |
| as pretty as it seems | |
| but it gets bigger | |
| and it gets better | |
| so put that record on and dance until | |
| the sadness is gone | |
| and they say sister | |
| they say all is fine | |
| truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine | |
| fine | |
| fine | |
| well here's the laughter | |
| and here's the sore throat | |
| and here's another one of the only kind | |
| that will ever grow here | |
| and the air is full of... | |
| mark my words and sleep | |
| - the air holds nothing | |
| so ten years of falling down is nothing, now? | |
| ten years of feeling sick is nothing? | |
| Well I spy an eye for an eye and | |
| a tooth for a tooth in you | |
| and I spy clear skies all over | |
| and I spy a life repeating itself in you | |
| so he might say "- I remember a feverish night | |
| when she would cling to the walls | |
| and talk like a child | |
| and that car travel under the beautiful sky | |
| that car travel into the longest of nights | |
| and the air was full of | |
| poisoned words | |
| and the record's broken | |
| and as I walk through every room of my life, | |
| thinking I can never take the edge of anything | |
| and shape it to a perfect ball | |
| and let it roll down the hall | |
| to knock all this shit out of my way, | |
| the sun brakes thru, | |
| the sun brakes thru | |
| and I see you/Isee you like always | |
| like every day | |
| and still I dance thru the rooms | |
| of the house of my dreams | |
| nothing 'round here is | |
| half as pretty as it seems | |
| and it won't get bigger | |
| it won't get better | |
| but put that record on and dance with me | |
| Until the Sadness Is Gone |
| zuo qu : Fridlund | |
| 1st of May sister put that record on | |
| and dance thru the rooms | |
| of the house of your dreams | |
| there' s not much ' round here that' s half | |
| as pretty as it seems | |
| but it gets bigger | |
| and it gets better | |
| so put that record on and dance until | |
| the sadness is gone | |
| and they say sister | |
| they say all is fine | |
| truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine | |
| fine | |
| fine | |
| well here' s the laughter | |
| and here' s the sore throat | |
| and here' s another one of the only kind | |
| that will ever grow here | |
| and the air is full of... | |
| mark my words and sleep | |
| the air holds nothing | |
| so ten years of falling down is nothing, now? | |
| ten years of feeling sick is nothing? | |
| Well I spy an eye for an eye and | |
| a tooth for a tooth in you | |
| and I spy clear skies all over | |
| and I spy a life repeating itself in you | |
| so he might say " I remember a feverish night | |
| when she would cling to the walls | |
| and talk like a child | |
| and that car travel under the beautiful sky | |
| that car travel into the longest of nights | |
| and the air was full of | |
| poisoned words | |
| and the record' s broken | |
| and as I walk through every room of my life, | |
| thinking I can never take the edge of anything | |
| and shape it to a perfect ball | |
| and let it roll down the hall | |
| to knock all this shit out of my way, | |
| the sun brakes thru, | |
| the sun brakes thru | |
| and I see you Isee you like always | |
| like every day | |
| and still I dance thru the rooms | |
| of the house of my dreams | |
| nothing ' round here is | |
| half as pretty as it seems | |
| and it won' t get bigger | |
| it won' t get better | |
| but put that record on and dance with me | |
| Until the Sadness Is Gone |
| zuò qǔ : Fridlund | |
| 1st of May sister put that record on | |
| and dance thru the rooms | |
| of the house of your dreams | |
| there' s not much ' round here that' s half | |
| as pretty as it seems | |
| but it gets bigger | |
| and it gets better | |
| so put that record on and dance until | |
| the sadness is gone | |
| and they say sister | |
| they say all is fine | |
| truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine | |
| fine | |
| fine | |
| well here' s the laughter | |
| and here' s the sore throat | |
| and here' s another one of the only kind | |
| that will ever grow here | |
| and the air is full of... | |
| mark my words and sleep | |
| the air holds nothing | |
| so ten years of falling down is nothing, now? | |
| ten years of feeling sick is nothing? | |
| Well I spy an eye for an eye and | |
| a tooth for a tooth in you | |
| and I spy clear skies all over | |
| and I spy a life repeating itself in you | |
| so he might say " I remember a feverish night | |
| when she would cling to the walls | |
| and talk like a child | |
| and that car travel under the beautiful sky | |
| that car travel into the longest of nights | |
| and the air was full of | |
| poisoned words | |
| and the record' s broken | |
| and as I walk through every room of my life, | |
| thinking I can never take the edge of anything | |
| and shape it to a perfect ball | |
| and let it roll down the hall | |
| to knock all this shit out of my way, | |
| the sun brakes thru, | |
| the sun brakes thru | |
| and I see you Isee you like always | |
| like every day | |
| and still I dance thru the rooms | |
| of the house of my dreams | |
| nothing ' round here is | |
| half as pretty as it seems | |
| and it won' t get bigger | |
| it won' t get better | |
| but put that record on and dance with me | |
| Until the Sadness Is Gone |