Song | Lamp At Midnite |
Artist | Corey Hart |
Album | First Offense |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hart | |
You take my heart like a bow and arrow | |
And shoot it at me | |
I know I walk the tight rope when it's narrow | |
To earn my degree | |
I know Now | |
I'm the last boy at the playground | |
Who's laughin' at me - | |
I know, I know, | |
I know And through the corridor | |
I follow you | |
And the chaos trips my mind | |
Now I write you short stories | |
Just to say we're gonna love each other all the way | |
Well I know you're not the talkin' kind | |
And if you really want to know me (Oh, you know) | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you (Oh, you know) | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
In a red school house where | |
I see you | |
In the morning light - | |
I know Send me sailin' to pick you flowers | |
From the isle of white - | |
You know, you know, you know | |
Take my eyes to the pages | |
Where I draw pictures of your name | |
Now I speak in dialects | |
Just to say (We're gonna love each other all the way) | |
You're not the kind of girl that plays the game | |
And if you really want to know me (Oh, you know) | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you (Oh, you know) | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
And to really understand me (Oh, you know) | |
Burn a lamp at midnite, nite, nite, nite | |
And through the corridor | |
I follow you | |
And the chaos trips my mind | |
Now I write you short stories | |
Just to say (We're gonna love each other all the way) | |
But I know you're not the talkin' kind, kind | |
And if you really want to know me (Oh, you know) | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you (Oh, you know) | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
And to really understand me, oh you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
I said I really want to know you, oh you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite yeah (Da, Della) continued until the end of the song. |
zuo ci : Hart | |
You take my heart like a bow and arrow | |
And shoot it at me | |
I know I walk the tight rope when it' s narrow | |
To earn my degree | |
I know Now | |
I' m the last boy at the playground | |
Who' s laughin' at me | |
I know, I know, | |
I know And through the corridor | |
I follow you | |
And the chaos trips my mind | |
Now I write you short stories | |
Just to say we' re gonna love each other all the way | |
Well I know you' re not the talkin' kind | |
And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
In a red school house where | |
I see you | |
In the morning light | |
I know Send me sailin' to pick you flowers | |
From the isle of white | |
You know, you know, you know | |
Take my eyes to the pages | |
Where I draw pictures of your name | |
Now I speak in dialects | |
Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
You' re not the kind of girl that plays the game | |
And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
And to really understand me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite, nite, nite, nite | |
And through the corridor | |
I follow you | |
And the chaos trips my mind | |
Now I write you short stories | |
Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
But I know you' re not the talkin' kind, kind | |
And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
And to really understand me, oh you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
I said I really want to know you, oh you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite yeah Da, Della continued until the end of the song. |
zuò cí : Hart | |
You take my heart like a bow and arrow | |
And shoot it at me | |
I know I walk the tight rope when it' s narrow | |
To earn my degree | |
I know Now | |
I' m the last boy at the playground | |
Who' s laughin' at me | |
I know, I know, | |
I know And through the corridor | |
I follow you | |
And the chaos trips my mind | |
Now I write you short stories | |
Just to say we' re gonna love each other all the way | |
Well I know you' re not the talkin' kind | |
And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
In a red school house where | |
I see you | |
In the morning light | |
I know Send me sailin' to pick you flowers | |
From the isle of white | |
You know, you know, you know | |
Take my eyes to the pages | |
Where I draw pictures of your name | |
Now I speak in dialects | |
Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
You' re not the kind of girl that plays the game | |
And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
And to really understand me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite, nite, nite, nite | |
And through the corridor | |
I follow you | |
And the chaos trips my mind | |
Now I write you short stories | |
Just to say We' re gonna love each other all the way | |
But I know you' re not the talkin' kind, kind | |
And if you really want to know me Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
Said I really want to know you Oh, you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
And to really understand me, oh you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite | |
I said I really want to know you, oh you know | |
Burn a lamp at midnite yeah Da, Della continued until the end of the song. |