| 作词 : Dick, Vantsis | |
| He struggles to the breakfast table, still hung-over, hardly able to come to terms with Monday's new demands, | |
| To activate the microwave, to reheat Friday's take away, the cafetiere to muster up some coffee from the grains, | |
| He lights the next last cigarette and promises himself, as he retches in the sink, to change his ways, | |
| He dreams inside the Sun, | |
| Of Zoë, from London, 25. | |
| She's foetal on the foldaway, staring at the laundry in the corner, that she should have done the night before, | |
| Listening to her flat mate singing Stones songs in the shower, she hopes she leaves hot water when the bathroom's finally free, | |
| Where she cries into the mirror and smudges her mascara, | |
| She's Zoë, from London, 25. | |
| When you're looking for somebody, you might not even see them, when they're standing there in front of you, right before your eyes, | |
| If you're looking for somebody you're going to need some help, you know you'll never find her when you're still looking for yourself. | |
| He races to the subway station, out of breath and out of options; he couldn't make the phone call to explain himself away, | |
| He's locked in a reality that's taking time to sink in because he's lost inside a daydream, his mind is occupied, | |
| He turns his back on everybody, on Zoë from London 25. | |
| She clutches at the broken heel from tripping down the escalator, | |
| Chasing her white rabbits through the tunnels far below, | |
| Where she moves around invisible, to all concerned anonymous, | |
| A dream girl in a nightmare on a journey to the stars, | |
| When you're looking for somebody, you might not even see them, when they're standing there in front of you, right before your eyes, | |
| If you're looking for somebody you 're going to need some help, you know you'll never find her when you're still looking for yourself. | |
| At the Micklegate, where you lost your way and time stood still. | |
| At the Micklegate, with my heart in chains, the dream was killed | |
| At the Micklegate, where you lost your way and time stood still |
| zuo ci : Dick, Vantsis | |
| He struggles to the breakfast table, still hungover, hardly able to come to terms with Monday' s new demands, | |
| To activate the microwave, to reheat Friday' s take away, the cafetiere to muster up some coffee from the grains, | |
| He lights the next last cigarette and promises himself, as he retches in the sink, to change his ways, | |
| He dreams inside the Sun, | |
| Of Zo, from London, 25. | |
| She' s foetal on the foldaway, staring at the laundry in the corner, that she should have done the night before, | |
| Listening to her flat mate singing Stones songs in the shower, she hopes she leaves hot water when the bathroom' s finally free, | |
| Where she cries into the mirror and smudges her mascara, | |
| She' s Zo, from London, 25. | |
| When you' re looking for somebody, you might not even see them, when they' re standing there in front of you, right before your eyes, | |
| If you' re looking for somebody you' re going to need some help, you know you' ll never find her when you' re still looking for yourself. | |
| He races to the subway station, out of breath and out of options he couldn' t make the phone call to explain himself away, | |
| He' s locked in a reality that' s taking time to sink in because he' s lost inside a daydream, his mind is occupied, | |
| He turns his back on everybody, on Zo from London 25. | |
| She clutches at the broken heel from tripping down the escalator, | |
| Chasing her white rabbits through the tunnels far below, | |
| Where she moves around invisible, to all concerned anonymous, | |
| A dream girl in a nightmare on a journey to the stars, | |
| When you' re looking for somebody, you might not even see them, when they' re standing there in front of you, right before your eyes, | |
| If you' re looking for somebody you ' re going to need some help, you know you' ll never find her when you' re still looking for yourself. | |
| At the Micklegate, where you lost your way and time stood still. | |
| At the Micklegate, with my heart in chains, the dream was killed | |
| At the Micklegate, where you lost your way and time stood still |
| zuò cí : Dick, Vantsis | |
| He struggles to the breakfast table, still hungover, hardly able to come to terms with Monday' s new demands, | |
| To activate the microwave, to reheat Friday' s take away, the cafetiere to muster up some coffee from the grains, | |
| He lights the next last cigarette and promises himself, as he retches in the sink, to change his ways, | |
| He dreams inside the Sun, | |
| Of Zo, from London, 25. | |
| She' s foetal on the foldaway, staring at the laundry in the corner, that she should have done the night before, | |
| Listening to her flat mate singing Stones songs in the shower, she hopes she leaves hot water when the bathroom' s finally free, | |
| Where she cries into the mirror and smudges her mascara, | |
| She' s Zo, from London, 25. | |
| When you' re looking for somebody, you might not even see them, when they' re standing there in front of you, right before your eyes, | |
| If you' re looking for somebody you' re going to need some help, you know you' ll never find her when you' re still looking for yourself. | |
| He races to the subway station, out of breath and out of options he couldn' t make the phone call to explain himself away, | |
| He' s locked in a reality that' s taking time to sink in because he' s lost inside a daydream, his mind is occupied, | |
| He turns his back on everybody, on Zo from London 25. | |
| She clutches at the broken heel from tripping down the escalator, | |
| Chasing her white rabbits through the tunnels far below, | |
| Where she moves around invisible, to all concerned anonymous, | |
| A dream girl in a nightmare on a journey to the stars, | |
| When you' re looking for somebody, you might not even see them, when they' re standing there in front of you, right before your eyes, | |
| If you' re looking for somebody you ' re going to need some help, you know you' ll never find her when you' re still looking for yourself. | |
| At the Micklegate, where you lost your way and time stood still. | |
| At the Micklegate, with my heart in chains, the dream was killed | |
| At the Micklegate, where you lost your way and time stood still |
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