Song | Sahara Gold |
Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
Album | Stealing Fire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cockburn | |
Dance music from the corner bar | |
Over dogs barking at a passing car | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Hot night -- streets are full of life | |
Carnival faces in rembrandt light | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Half moon shining through the blind | |
Paints a vision of a different kind | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Wet limbs striped with silver light | |
Locked together at the centre of the night | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Night bloom filling up the room | |
With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Animal grins and wild shining eyes | |
Laughing and shouting we're a hundred storeys high | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold |
zuo ci : Cockburn | |
Dance music from the corner bar | |
Over dogs barking at a passing car | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Hot night streets are full of life | |
Carnival faces in rembrandt light | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Half moon shining through the blind | |
Paints a vision of a different kind | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Wet limbs striped with silver light | |
Locked together at the centre of the night | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Night bloom filling up the room | |
With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Animal grins and wild shining eyes | |
Laughing and shouting we' re a hundred storeys high | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold |
zuò cí : Cockburn | |
Dance music from the corner bar | |
Over dogs barking at a passing car | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Hot night streets are full of life | |
Carnival faces in rembrandt light | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Half moon shining through the blind | |
Paints a vision of a different kind | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Wet limbs striped with silver light | |
Locked together at the centre of the night | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Night bloom filling up the room | |
With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
Animal grins and wild shining eyes | |
Laughing and shouting we' re a hundred storeys high | |
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold |