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 ... |