Song | Driving with the Brakes On |
Artist | Doc Walker |
Album | Doc Walker |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Currie | |
( Justin Currie ) | |
Driving through the long night | |
Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong | |
Now the kid has gone. | |
I sit belted up tight, | |
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, | |
Steering on. | |
And I might be more of a man | |
If I stopped this in its tracks and say come on, lets go home. | |
But she's got the wheel, | |
And I've got nothing except what I have on. | |
When you're driving with the brakes on, | |
When you're swimming with your boots on, | |
It's hard to say you love someone | |
And it's hard to say you don't | |
Trying to keep the mood right, | |
Trying to steer the conversation from | |
The thing we've done. | |
She shuts up the ashtray and I say it's a long way back now hon | |
And she just yawns. And we might get lost someplace so desolate that no one where we're from would ever come | |
But she's got the wheel | |
And I've got to deal from now on. | |
When you're driving with the brakes on | |
When you're swimming with your boots on | |
It's hard to say you love someone | |
And it's hard to say you don't | |
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide, | |
Nothing's gonna make me break from her side. | |
Cos when you're driving with the breaks on | |
When you're swimming with your boots on | |
It's hard to say you love someone |
zuo qu : Currie | |
Justin Currie | |
Driving through the long night | |
Trying to figure who' s right and who' s wrong | |
Now the kid has gone. | |
I sit belted up tight, | |
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, | |
Steering on. | |
And I might be more of a man | |
If I stopped this in its tracks and say come on, lets go home. | |
But she' s got the wheel, | |
And I' ve got nothing except what I have on. | |
When you' re driving with the brakes on, | |
When you' re swimming with your boots on, | |
It' s hard to say you love someone | |
And it' s hard to say you don' t | |
Trying to keep the mood right, | |
Trying to steer the conversation from | |
The thing we' ve done. | |
She shuts up the ashtray and I say it' s a long way back now hon | |
And she just yawns. And we might get lost someplace so desolate that no one where we' re from would ever come | |
But she' s got the wheel | |
And I' ve got to deal from now on. | |
When you' re driving with the brakes on | |
When you' re swimming with your boots on | |
It' s hard to say you love someone | |
And it' s hard to say you don' t | |
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide, | |
Nothing' s gonna make me break from her side. | |
Cos when you' re driving with the breaks on | |
When you' re swimming with your boots on | |
It' s hard to say you love someone |
zuò qǔ : Currie | |
Justin Currie | |
Driving through the long night | |
Trying to figure who' s right and who' s wrong | |
Now the kid has gone. | |
I sit belted up tight, | |
She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, | |
Steering on. | |
And I might be more of a man | |
If I stopped this in its tracks and say come on, lets go home. | |
But she' s got the wheel, | |
And I' ve got nothing except what I have on. | |
When you' re driving with the brakes on, | |
When you' re swimming with your boots on, | |
It' s hard to say you love someone | |
And it' s hard to say you don' t | |
Trying to keep the mood right, | |
Trying to steer the conversation from | |
The thing we' ve done. | |
She shuts up the ashtray and I say it' s a long way back now hon | |
And she just yawns. And we might get lost someplace so desolate that no one where we' re from would ever come | |
But she' s got the wheel | |
And I' ve got to deal from now on. | |
When you' re driving with the brakes on | |
When you' re swimming with your boots on | |
It' s hard to say you love someone | |
And it' s hard to say you don' t | |
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide, | |
Nothing' s gonna make me break from her side. | |
Cos when you' re driving with the breaks on | |
When you' re swimming with your boots on | |
It' s hard to say you love someone |