Song | Plans for J.D. |
Artist | Bill Bruford |
Album | Gradually Going Tornado |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bruford | |
She hates to fight | |
She's learned to just pretend he's right | |
She feels no pain | |
She used to care | |
But now she looks back | |
To the things he used to be | |
With no warning | |
And no final say | |
He'll find time runs out on him | |
And his plans for Judgement Day | |
It makes no sense | |
His everything is in the future tense | |
He's wasting time | |
The past is gone | |
The present lingers- | |
A mist before the dawn | |
There's no fooling | |
And no final say | |
He'll find time runs out on him | |
And the games he needs to play | |
And his plans for Judgement's Day | |
You're wasting time | |
The more you talk, the more you realise | |
The man's made up his mind | |
It's not money that he's rolling in | |
But the fear of endless night | |
And his plans for Judgement Day | |
You hate to fight | |
You've learned to just pretend he's right | |
You're wasting time | |
You used to care, but now you look back | |
To the things he used to be | |
There's no fooling | |
And he won't forget | |
The way you ran out on him | |
And his plans for Judgement Day |
zuo ci : Bruford | |
She hates to fight | |
She' s learned to just pretend he' s right | |
She feels no pain | |
She used to care | |
But now she looks back | |
To the things he used to be | |
With no warning | |
And no final say | |
He' ll find time runs out on him | |
And his plans for Judgement Day | |
It makes no sense | |
His everything is in the future tense | |
He' s wasting time | |
The past is gone | |
The present lingers | |
A mist before the dawn | |
There' s no fooling | |
And no final say | |
He' ll find time runs out on him | |
And the games he needs to play | |
And his plans for Judgement' s Day | |
You' re wasting time | |
The more you talk, the more you realise | |
The man' s made up his mind | |
It' s not money that he' s rolling in | |
But the fear of endless night | |
And his plans for Judgement Day | |
You hate to fight | |
You' ve learned to just pretend he' s right | |
You' re wasting time | |
You used to care, but now you look back | |
To the things he used to be | |
There' s no fooling | |
And he won' t forget | |
The way you ran out on him | |
And his plans for Judgement Day |
zuò cí : Bruford | |
She hates to fight | |
She' s learned to just pretend he' s right | |
She feels no pain | |
She used to care | |
But now she looks back | |
To the things he used to be | |
With no warning | |
And no final say | |
He' ll find time runs out on him | |
And his plans for Judgement Day | |
It makes no sense | |
His everything is in the future tense | |
He' s wasting time | |
The past is gone | |
The present lingers | |
A mist before the dawn | |
There' s no fooling | |
And no final say | |
He' ll find time runs out on him | |
And the games he needs to play | |
And his plans for Judgement' s Day | |
You' re wasting time | |
The more you talk, the more you realise | |
The man' s made up his mind | |
It' s not money that he' s rolling in | |
But the fear of endless night | |
And his plans for Judgement Day | |
You hate to fight | |
You' ve learned to just pretend he' s right | |
You' re wasting time | |
You used to care, but now you look back | |
To the things he used to be | |
There' s no fooling | |
And he won' t forget | |
The way you ran out on him | |
And his plans for Judgement Day |