Song | Lights and Cars |
Artist | Enter the Haggis |
Album | Gutter Anthems |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Enter The Haggis ... | |
I scan the index time to time | |
Slide my finger down, hoping to see life | |
From the country we can see the stars | |
But they close their eyes to city lights and cars | |
It's the song before the calm before the storm | |
We hold on till we feel that steady roll | |
Shaking hands are letting go | |
They slip on but never slip away we hope | |
These good intentions clear the road | |
Of fallen snow | |
I slide my finger through the dust | |
That colonized this place that I once loved | |
From the inside I could see the stars | |
That I left behind for city lights and cars | |
I've listened long, I've listened hard, I've listened well | |
To things I'll have to learn myself | |
Gold dust turns to ashes falling softly at our feet | |
Taking the time to dance with ghosts along the way | |
Close our eyes tonight and find that we're all closer than we thought | |
To being home again in some familiar place |
zuo qu : Enter The Haggis ... | |
I scan the index time to time | |
Slide my finger down, hoping to see life | |
From the country we can see the stars | |
But they close their eyes to city lights and cars | |
It' s the song before the calm before the storm | |
We hold on till we feel that steady roll | |
Shaking hands are letting go | |
They slip on but never slip away we hope | |
These good intentions clear the road | |
Of fallen snow | |
I slide my finger through the dust | |
That colonized this place that I once loved | |
From the inside I could see the stars | |
That I left behind for city lights and cars | |
I' ve listened long, I' ve listened hard, I' ve listened well | |
To things I' ll have to learn myself | |
Gold dust turns to ashes falling softly at our feet | |
Taking the time to dance with ghosts along the way | |
Close our eyes tonight and find that we' re all closer than we thought | |
To being home again in some familiar place |
zuò qǔ : Enter The Haggis ... | |
I scan the index time to time | |
Slide my finger down, hoping to see life | |
From the country we can see the stars | |
But they close their eyes to city lights and cars | |
It' s the song before the calm before the storm | |
We hold on till we feel that steady roll | |
Shaking hands are letting go | |
They slip on but never slip away we hope | |
These good intentions clear the road | |
Of fallen snow | |
I slide my finger through the dust | |
That colonized this place that I once loved | |
From the inside I could see the stars | |
That I left behind for city lights and cars | |
I' ve listened long, I' ve listened hard, I' ve listened well | |
To things I' ll have to learn myself | |
Gold dust turns to ashes falling softly at our feet | |
Taking the time to dance with ghosts along the way | |
Close our eyes tonight and find that we' re all closer than we thought | |
To being home again in some familiar place |