Song | Tables for Ladies |
Artist | John Squire |
Album | Marshall's House |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Squire | |
Left them all behind | |
On a cold winter morning | |
Never took the time to say | |
Goodbye | |
She said you lost her voice | |
Somewhere deep down inside | |
A place she still likes | |
To hide | |
And if we ever get out of here alive | |
I work for you babe | |
We're in the wrong trade | |
After the ice age | |
We'll still be laying these | |
Tables for ladies | |
Came out of the sun | |
Like a perfect stranger | |
You can't imagined how hard it gets | |
And time flies by | |
Like a petulant glacier | |
With a stone in its shoes | |
And if we ever get out of here alive | |
I work for you babe | |
We're in the wrong trade | |
After the ice age | |
We'll still be laying these | |
Tables for ladies |
zuo qu : Squire | |
Left them all behind | |
On a cold winter morning | |
Never took the time to say | |
Goodbye | |
She said you lost her voice | |
Somewhere deep down inside | |
A place she still likes | |
To hide | |
And if we ever get out of here alive | |
I work for you babe | |
We' re in the wrong trade | |
After the ice age | |
We' ll still be laying these | |
Tables for ladies | |
Came out of the sun | |
Like a perfect stranger | |
You can' t imagined how hard it gets | |
And time flies by | |
Like a petulant glacier | |
With a stone in its shoes | |
And if we ever get out of here alive | |
I work for you babe | |
We' re in the wrong trade | |
After the ice age | |
We' ll still be laying these | |
Tables for ladies |
zuò qǔ : Squire | |
Left them all behind | |
On a cold winter morning | |
Never took the time to say | |
Goodbye | |
She said you lost her voice | |
Somewhere deep down inside | |
A place she still likes | |
To hide | |
And if we ever get out of here alive | |
I work for you babe | |
We' re in the wrong trade | |
After the ice age | |
We' ll still be laying these | |
Tables for ladies | |
Came out of the sun | |
Like a perfect stranger | |
You can' t imagined how hard it gets | |
And time flies by | |
Like a petulant glacier | |
With a stone in its shoes | |
And if we ever get out of here alive | |
I work for you babe | |
We' re in the wrong trade | |
After the ice age | |
We' ll still be laying these | |
Tables for ladies |