Song | Blue Murder |
Artist | Blue Murder |
Album | Blue Murder |
作曲 : Appice, Franklin, Sykes | |
Lately the lamps have faded | |
They're not interested in the cold front | |
That's related | |
And each word is spoken | |
It's precise and unbroken | |
Amiss the small talk of their libido | |
And when the day is done | |
And the weeks become one | |
I cry blue murder | |
I try to take it further | |
To all and sundry | |
Please answer my call | |
Of philanthropy | |
And courtesy | |
There are two sides to every story | |
And my sides close to the wind | |
An error of always | |
Its coming from within | |
The other half is always beleived | |
And without the seed it cannot be conceived | |
The silent voices speak | |
Unspeakable terms | |
On the condition of | |
What willpower is left | |
Repetitive nature | |
For some that never learns | |
How to act on these terms |
zuò qǔ : Appice, Franklin, Sykes | |
Lately the lamps have faded | |
They' re not interested in the cold front | |
That' s related | |
And each word is spoken | |
It' s precise and unbroken | |
Amiss the small talk of their libido | |
And when the day is done | |
And the weeks become one | |
I cry blue murder | |
I try to take it further | |
To all and sundry | |
Please answer my call | |
Of philanthropy | |
And courtesy | |
There are two sides to every story | |
And my sides close to the wind | |
An error of always | |
Its coming from within | |
The other half is always beleived | |
And without the seed it cannot be conceived | |
The silent voices speak | |
Unspeakable terms | |
On the condition of | |
What willpower is left | |
Repetitive nature | |
For some that never learns | |
How to act on these terms |