Song | The Travel Song |
Artist | Pilate |
Album | Caught by the Window |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pilate | |
The road seen beneath the van’s headlights, | |
It’s cold so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh | |
My face up against the window now, don’t you know it’s cold outside, | |
Pick up your life as | |
I pass by, can’t you see | |
I’m cold inside | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn’t poor was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind... | |
Each town, each town it seems the same my dear, | |
It’s loud tonight, your heart is ringing in my ear | |
Walk out the door across the street, don’t you know it’s cold outside, | |
Pick up the phone my signal’s weak, can’t you see | |
I’m cold inside | |
I think you know... | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn’t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind for | |
I never saw your tears | |
I think you know... | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn’t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind for | |
I never saw your tears, | |
As days pass by the gap it now appears, | |
When I come home please say that you’ll be there... |
zuo qu : Pilate | |
The road seen beneath the van' s headlights, | |
It' s cold so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh | |
My face up against the window now, don' t you know it' s cold outside, | |
Pick up your life as | |
I pass by, can' t you see | |
I' m cold inside | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn' t poor was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind... | |
Each town, each town it seems the same my dear, | |
It' s loud tonight, your heart is ringing in my ear | |
Walk out the door across the street, don' t you know it' s cold outside, | |
Pick up the phone my signal' s weak, can' t you see | |
I' m cold inside | |
I think you know... | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn' t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind for | |
I never saw your tears | |
I think you know... | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn' t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind for | |
I never saw your tears, | |
As days pass by the gap it now appears, | |
When I come home please say that you' ll be there... |
zuò qǔ : Pilate | |
The road seen beneath the van' s headlights, | |
It' s cold so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh | |
My face up against the window now, don' t you know it' s cold outside, | |
Pick up your life as | |
I pass by, can' t you see | |
I' m cold inside | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn' t poor was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind... | |
Each town, each town it seems the same my dear, | |
It' s loud tonight, your heart is ringing in my ear | |
Walk out the door across the street, don' t you know it' s cold outside, | |
Pick up the phone my signal' s weak, can' t you see | |
I' m cold inside | |
I think you know... | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn' t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind for | |
I never saw your tears | |
I think you know... | |
We were poor but we had something, | |
What wasn' t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
You wanted more, | |
I gave you nothing, | |
I may be blind for | |
I never saw your tears, | |
As days pass by the gap it now appears, | |
When I come home please say that you' ll be there... |