Song | Long Cold Day |
Artist | Fish |
Album | Fellini Days |
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作曲 : Dick, Wesley, Young | |
It's so funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action, | |
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking, | |
Turning it over | |
Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger | |
I'm taking it in, I'm taking my time in taking you out, 'cause it'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back, | |
So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night, | |
I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold, | |
There's no question to ask, | |
To sort out the answers, | |
To prove who is wrong or who is right, | |
But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart. | |
If we admit to the truth, | |
Pretend it's all been an act, | |
As a matter of fact | |
It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. | |
Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas, | |
I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore, | |
I turn around, the ship sails on | |
This ship sails on. | |
Funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action | |
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking | |
I was thinking | |
Still thinking | |
Still thinking | |
Said I was, said I was | |
So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night, | |
I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold, | |
There's no question to ask, | |
To sort out the answers, | |
To prove who is wrong or who is right, | |
But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart. | |
If we admit to the truth, | |
Pretend it's all been an act, | |
As a matter of fact | |
It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. | |
And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas. | |
I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of clothes | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on |
zuo qu : Dick, Wesley, Young | |
It' s so funny, you don' t call at night, always missing in action, | |
I' m left out in the cold and you' d never have thought I was thinking, | |
Turning it over | |
Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger | |
I' m taking it in, I' m taking my time in taking you out, ' cause it' ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back, | |
So tired of your lying, I can' t sleep at night, | |
I' ll accept what I' m told, take what I' m sold, | |
There' s no question to ask, | |
To sort out the answers, | |
To prove who is wrong or who is right, | |
But I know in my heart that we' re breaking apart. | |
If we admit to the truth, | |
Pretend it' s all been an act, | |
As a matter of fact | |
It' ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. | |
Sometimes I feel like I' m sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas, | |
I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore, | |
I turn around, the ship sails on | |
This ship sails on. | |
Funny, you don' t call at night, always missing in action | |
I' m left out in the cold and you' d never have thought I was thinking | |
I was thinking | |
Still thinking | |
Still thinking | |
Said I was, said I was | |
So tired of your lying, I can' t sleep at night, | |
I' ll accept what I' m told, take what I' m sold, | |
There' s no question to ask, | |
To sort out the answers, | |
To prove who is wrong or who is right, | |
But I know in my heart that we' re breaking apart. | |
If we admit to the truth, | |
Pretend it' s all been an act, | |
As a matter of fact | |
It' ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. | |
And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas. | |
I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of clothes | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on |
zuò qǔ : Dick, Wesley, Young | |
It' s so funny, you don' t call at night, always missing in action, | |
I' m left out in the cold and you' d never have thought I was thinking, | |
Turning it over | |
Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger | |
I' m taking it in, I' m taking my time in taking you out, ' cause it' ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back, | |
So tired of your lying, I can' t sleep at night, | |
I' ll accept what I' m told, take what I' m sold, | |
There' s no question to ask, | |
To sort out the answers, | |
To prove who is wrong or who is right, | |
But I know in my heart that we' re breaking apart. | |
If we admit to the truth, | |
Pretend it' s all been an act, | |
As a matter of fact | |
It' ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. | |
Sometimes I feel like I' m sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas, | |
I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore, | |
I turn around, the ship sails on | |
This ship sails on. | |
Funny, you don' t call at night, always missing in action | |
I' m left out in the cold and you' d never have thought I was thinking | |
I was thinking | |
Still thinking | |
Still thinking | |
Said I was, said I was | |
So tired of your lying, I can' t sleep at night, | |
I' ll accept what I' m told, take what I' m sold, | |
There' s no question to ask, | |
To sort out the answers, | |
To prove who is wrong or who is right, | |
But I know in my heart that we' re breaking apart. | |
If we admit to the truth, | |
Pretend it' s all been an act, | |
As a matter of fact | |
It' ll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. | |
And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas. | |
I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of clothes | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on | |
I hit the water, the ship sails on |