| Song | In Today's Room |
| Artist | Squeeze |
| Album | Babylon and On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| (difford/tilbrook) | |
| Time is a corridor that winds through my life | |
| Out of each door comes a day | |
| And when that door closes and i've said good night | |
| Another door opens again | |
| Down in the corridor there will be a time | |
| When i shall run out of doors | |
| I'll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds | |
| In another room i'm still not too sure | |
| That there's no room for me down here | |
| I shall be sorry | |
| It will be clear | |
| And i'll regret not seeing her more | |
| In today's room love's at the door | |
| I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn | |
| Her face is there i can see | |
| I'll always regret it but i'll never learn | |
| Time is so precious to me | |
| Out in the corridor she sits in a chair | |
| Here i am pacing the floor | |
| I've not got the courage, my hand combs my hair | |
| In today's room i'm still not too sure | |
| That there's no room for me down here | |
| Will i be sorry | |
| Well that won't be clear | |
| And i'll regret not seeing her more | |
| In today's room love's at the door | |
| In today's room, strawberry jam | |
| No hope of blue skies holiday plans | |
| In today's room, trips to the shops | |
| She's on the doorstep carrying a box |
| zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| Time is a corridor that winds through my life | |
| Out of each door comes a day | |
| And when that door closes and i' ve said good night | |
| Another door opens again | |
| Down in the corridor there will be a time | |
| When i shall run out of doors | |
| I' ll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds | |
| In another room i' m still not too sure | |
| That there' s no room for me down here | |
| I shall be sorry | |
| It will be clear | |
| And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
| In today' s room love' s at the door | |
| I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn | |
| Her face is there i can see | |
| I' ll always regret it but i' ll never learn | |
| Time is so precious to me | |
| Out in the corridor she sits in a chair | |
| Here i am pacing the floor | |
| I' ve not got the courage, my hand combs my hair | |
| In today' s room i' m still not too sure | |
| That there' s no room for me down here | |
| Will i be sorry | |
| Well that won' t be clear | |
| And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
| In today' s room love' s at the door | |
| In today' s room, strawberry jam | |
| No hope of blue skies holiday plans | |
| In today' s room, trips to the shops | |
| She' s on the doorstep carrying a box |
| zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| Time is a corridor that winds through my life | |
| Out of each door comes a day | |
| And when that door closes and i' ve said good night | |
| Another door opens again | |
| Down in the corridor there will be a time | |
| When i shall run out of doors | |
| I' ll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds | |
| In another room i' m still not too sure | |
| That there' s no room for me down here | |
| I shall be sorry | |
| It will be clear | |
| And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
| In today' s room love' s at the door | |
| I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn | |
| Her face is there i can see | |
| I' ll always regret it but i' ll never learn | |
| Time is so precious to me | |
| Out in the corridor she sits in a chair | |
| Here i am pacing the floor | |
| I' ve not got the courage, my hand combs my hair | |
| In today' s room i' m still not too sure | |
| That there' s no room for me down here | |
| Will i be sorry | |
| Well that won' t be clear | |
| And i' ll regret not seeing her more | |
| In today' s room love' s at the door | |
| In today' s room, strawberry jam | |
| No hope of blue skies holiday plans | |
| In today' s room, trips to the shops | |
| She' s on the doorstep carrying a box |