| Song | The Road Below Me |
| Artist | D:A:D |
| Album | Everything Glows |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Binzer, Pedersen | |
| Like a roach in a sink, | |
| I was fighting the water | |
| I fell on my back down the drain | |
| I'd drown you'd think but no sooner than later | |
| I was back on my feet again | |
| Yeah, I crawled on the streets, looking up at the buildings | |
| And often | |
| I hid my face | |
| I paced among feet, your floor was my ceiling | |
| But now I live like | |
| I own the place | |
| On the road below me | |
| I smile at the joys of travelling | |
| On the road below me | |
| I can handle almost everything | |
| On the road below me | |
| First I was sad; but now | |
| I'm free On the road below me | |
| The distance from here to a memory | |
| Every day was a mountain, the fear of what hid | |
| Inside of the timeworn phrases | |
| I went from pale to gray, from being shut away | |
| And now I can't resist new faces | |
| Days become weeks, yeah, | |
| March becomes | |
| May Looking back at my sleepless nights | |
| But, hey, | |
| I'm built for trouble and | |
| I can take a lot | |
| And I can safely say: | |
| I'm allright! | |
| On the road below me ... | |
| Allright! | |
| You know wonders are wonderful - | |
| Even when they are being asked for.. | |
| Yeah, we just don't know | |
| What life has in store for us.. | |
| Because the moral of this is immoral | |
| And the moral escapes me now... | |
| On the road below me ... |
| zuo qu : Binzer, Pedersen | |
| Like a roach in a sink, | |
| I was fighting the water | |
| I fell on my back down the drain | |
| I' d drown you' d think but no sooner than later | |
| I was back on my feet again | |
| Yeah, I crawled on the streets, looking up at the buildings | |
| And often | |
| I hid my face | |
| I paced among feet, your floor was my ceiling | |
| But now I live like | |
| I own the place | |
| On the road below me | |
| I smile at the joys of travelling | |
| On the road below me | |
| I can handle almost everything | |
| On the road below me | |
| First I was sad but now | |
| I' m free On the road below me | |
| The distance from here to a memory | |
| Every day was a mountain, the fear of what hid | |
| Inside of the timeworn phrases | |
| I went from pale to gray, from being shut away | |
| And now I can' t resist new faces | |
| Days become weeks, yeah, | |
| March becomes | |
| May Looking back at my sleepless nights | |
| But, hey, | |
| I' m built for trouble and | |
| I can take a lot | |
| And I can safely say: | |
| I' m allright! | |
| On the road below me ... | |
| Allright! | |
| You know wonders are wonderful | |
| Even when they are being asked for.. | |
| Yeah, we just don' t know | |
| What life has in store for us.. | |
| Because the moral of this is immoral | |
| And the moral escapes me now... | |
| On the road below me ... |
| zuò qǔ : Binzer, Pedersen | |
| Like a roach in a sink, | |
| I was fighting the water | |
| I fell on my back down the drain | |
| I' d drown you' d think but no sooner than later | |
| I was back on my feet again | |
| Yeah, I crawled on the streets, looking up at the buildings | |
| And often | |
| I hid my face | |
| I paced among feet, your floor was my ceiling | |
| But now I live like | |
| I own the place | |
| On the road below me | |
| I smile at the joys of travelling | |
| On the road below me | |
| I can handle almost everything | |
| On the road below me | |
| First I was sad but now | |
| I' m free On the road below me | |
| The distance from here to a memory | |
| Every day was a mountain, the fear of what hid | |
| Inside of the timeworn phrases | |
| I went from pale to gray, from being shut away | |
| And now I can' t resist new faces | |
| Days become weeks, yeah, | |
| March becomes | |
| May Looking back at my sleepless nights | |
| But, hey, | |
| I' m built for trouble and | |
| I can take a lot | |
| And I can safely say: | |
| I' m allright! | |
| On the road below me ... | |
| Allright! | |
| You know wonders are wonderful | |
| Even when they are being asked for.. | |
| Yeah, we just don' t know | |
| What life has in store for us.. | |
| Because the moral of this is immoral | |
| And the moral escapes me now... | |
| On the road below me ... |