Song | Endless Grey Ribbon |
Artist | Nick Lowe |
Album | Labour of Lust |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lowe | |
The cold, dark night | |
Is split by the stab of twin headlights | |
Like fingers of guides that know of it | |
But have never been there | |
And eyes red-rimmed | |
Are pealed for the n'th time | |
And strain for the roadsigns | |
That flash past the windshield | |
In the hard drivin' rain | |
His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen | |
But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead | |
A moon comes up, cheesy and golden | |
Reminding of older times, gunning moter times | |
Restless and young | |
A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons | |
Is now the companion | |
Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row | |
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
From Coastacola to | |
Richfolk, | |
VirginiaIt's amazing how samey they are | |
Twenty five buys some time with a waitress | |
Passion's | |
Peterbuilt out in the car lot | |
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
Endless gray ribbon | |
Endless gray ribbon | |
Endless gray ribbon... |
zuo ci : Lowe | |
The cold, dark night | |
Is split by the stab of twin headlights | |
Like fingers of guides that know of it | |
But have never been there | |
And eyes redrimmed | |
Are pealed for the n' th time | |
And strain for the roadsigns | |
That flash past the windshield | |
In the hard drivin' rain | |
His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen | |
But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead | |
A moon comes up, cheesy and golden | |
Reminding of older times, gunning moter times | |
Restless and young | |
A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons | |
Is now the companion | |
Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row | |
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
From Coastacola to | |
Richfolk, | |
VirginiaIt' s amazing how samey they are | |
Twenty five buys some time with a waitress | |
Passion' s | |
Peterbuilt out in the car lot | |
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
Endless gray ribbon | |
Endless gray ribbon | |
Endless gray ribbon... |
zuò cí : Lowe | |
The cold, dark night | |
Is split by the stab of twin headlights | |
Like fingers of guides that know of it | |
But have never been there | |
And eyes redrimmed | |
Are pealed for the n' th time | |
And strain for the roadsigns | |
That flash past the windshield | |
In the hard drivin' rain | |
His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen | |
But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead | |
A moon comes up, cheesy and golden | |
Reminding of older times, gunning moter times | |
Restless and young | |
A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons | |
Is now the companion | |
Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row | |
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
From Coastacola to | |
Richfolk, | |
VirginiaIt' s amazing how samey they are | |
Twenty five buys some time with a waitress | |
Passion' s | |
Peterbuilt out in the car lot | |
His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
Endless gray ribbon | |
Endless gray ribbon | |
Endless gray ribbon... |