| Song | The Living Dolls |
| Artist | Jeremy Jay |
| Album | A Place Where We Could Go |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jay | |
| They sit in the back seat | |
| Of their parents car | |
| Not saying a word | |
| Hoping they might not notice | |
| How far away they are | |
| The drapes gathered at the | |
| Side of the window | |
| So you could look out | |
| They might never know | |
| How alone you are | |
| Their thoughts are kept | |
| Behind a veil | |
| Of words hidden | |
| Behind a straight face | |
| They lay buried in books | |
| With knowledge of pictured places | |
| I've had so many dreams | |
| And i'm laying them down | |
| The matching of things | |
| Your pushing everything away | |
| That you don't want at all | |
| And making a way for | |
| The living dolls | |
| Who know of a special place | |
| In the nursery of night | |
| For they remember | |
| They are still children inside | |
| The nursery at night | |
| The livings dolls | |
| Have no time for headaches | |
| Of the grown-up world | |
| They know the ways of money | |
| And their business is gold | |
| And they have what they need | |
| To make their dreams in this world | |
| They're terribly practical, | |
| Yes they are |
| zuo qu : Jay | |
| They sit in the back seat | |
| Of their parents car | |
| Not saying a word | |
| Hoping they might not notice | |
| How far away they are | |
| The drapes gathered at the | |
| Side of the window | |
| So you could look out | |
| They might never know | |
| How alone you are | |
| Their thoughts are kept | |
| Behind a veil | |
| Of words hidden | |
| Behind a straight face | |
| They lay buried in books | |
| With knowledge of pictured places | |
| I' ve had so many dreams | |
| And i' m laying them down | |
| The matching of things | |
| Your pushing everything away | |
| That you don' t want at all | |
| And making a way for | |
| The living dolls | |
| Who know of a special place | |
| In the nursery of night | |
| For they remember | |
| They are still children inside | |
| The nursery at night | |
| The livings dolls | |
| Have no time for headaches | |
| Of the grownup world | |
| They know the ways of money | |
| And their business is gold | |
| And they have what they need | |
| To make their dreams in this world | |
| They' re terribly practical, | |
| Yes they are |
| zuò qǔ : Jay | |
| They sit in the back seat | |
| Of their parents car | |
| Not saying a word | |
| Hoping they might not notice | |
| How far away they are | |
| The drapes gathered at the | |
| Side of the window | |
| So you could look out | |
| They might never know | |
| How alone you are | |
| Their thoughts are kept | |
| Behind a veil | |
| Of words hidden | |
| Behind a straight face | |
| They lay buried in books | |
| With knowledge of pictured places | |
| I' ve had so many dreams | |
| And i' m laying them down | |
| The matching of things | |
| Your pushing everything away | |
| That you don' t want at all | |
| And making a way for | |
| The living dolls | |
| Who know of a special place | |
| In the nursery of night | |
| For they remember | |
| They are still children inside | |
| The nursery at night | |
| The livings dolls | |
| Have no time for headaches | |
| Of the grownup world | |
| They know the ways of money | |
| And their business is gold | |
| And they have what they need | |
| To make their dreams in this world | |
| They' re terribly practical, | |
| Yes they are |