Song | Heading for the Moon |
Artist | Cyndi Lauper |
Album | Feels Like Christmas |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lauper, Lunt, Stead | |
Don't close your eyes | |
Or I might drift away | |
Under the night | |
My image bends its shape | |
I'll be written on the wind | |
Like they never set a street (or Liking never settle streams) | |
Heading for the moon | |
I reach out (echoes) | |
My pulse begins to race (echoes) | |
The crashing sounds | |
Of fears I've never faced | |
Let them echo off these waves | |
With thoughts as brave as they once were | |
Heading for the moon | |
And, look | |
How we write | |
Over the white | |
Shadows may chase from behind | |
But just put them out of your mind, oh | |
Heading for the moon | |
Don't close your eyes | |
Or I might drift away | |
Under the night | |
Of never ending shapes | |
I'll be wishing off the blue | |
I'll still wanna send my stars | |
Heading for the moon | |
And, look | |
How we write | |
Over the white | |
Shadows may chase from behind | |
But just put them out of your mind, oh | |
Heading for the moon | |
Ha ha | |
Heading for the Moon | |
So don't close your eyes | |
Heading for the Moon | |
Over the white | |
Your shadows may chase from behind | |
You might just put them out of your mind | |
Heading for the Moon |
zuo ci : Lauper, Lunt, Stead | |
Don' t close your eyes | |
Or I might drift away | |
Under the night | |
My image bends its shape | |
I' ll be written on the wind | |
Like they never set a street or Liking never settle streams | |
Heading for the moon | |
I reach out echoes | |
My pulse begins to race echoes | |
The crashing sounds | |
Of fears I' ve never faced | |
Let them echo off these waves | |
With thoughts as brave as they once were | |
Heading for the moon | |
And, look | |
How we write | |
Over the white | |
Shadows may chase from behind | |
But just put them out of your mind, oh | |
Heading for the moon | |
Don' t close your eyes | |
Or I might drift away | |
Under the night | |
Of never ending shapes | |
I' ll be wishing off the blue | |
I' ll still wanna send my stars | |
Heading for the moon | |
And, look | |
How we write | |
Over the white | |
Shadows may chase from behind | |
But just put them out of your mind, oh | |
Heading for the moon | |
Ha ha | |
Heading for the Moon | |
So don' t close your eyes | |
Heading for the Moon | |
Over the white | |
Your shadows may chase from behind | |
You might just put them out of your mind | |
Heading for the Moon |
zuò cí : Lauper, Lunt, Stead | |
Don' t close your eyes | |
Or I might drift away | |
Under the night | |
My image bends its shape | |
I' ll be written on the wind | |
Like they never set a street or Liking never settle streams | |
Heading for the moon | |
I reach out echoes | |
My pulse begins to race echoes | |
The crashing sounds | |
Of fears I' ve never faced | |
Let them echo off these waves | |
With thoughts as brave as they once were | |
Heading for the moon | |
And, look | |
How we write | |
Over the white | |
Shadows may chase from behind | |
But just put them out of your mind, oh | |
Heading for the moon | |
Don' t close your eyes | |
Or I might drift away | |
Under the night | |
Of never ending shapes | |
I' ll be wishing off the blue | |
I' ll still wanna send my stars | |
Heading for the moon | |
And, look | |
How we write | |
Over the white | |
Shadows may chase from behind | |
But just put them out of your mind, oh | |
Heading for the moon | |
Ha ha | |
Heading for the Moon | |
So don' t close your eyes | |
Heading for the Moon | |
Over the white | |
Your shadows may chase from behind | |
You might just put them out of your mind | |
Heading for the Moon |