| Song | These Days Nothing But Sunshine |
| Artist | The Clientele |
| Album | God Save the Clientele |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clientele, MacLean | |
| These days nothing but sunshine | |
| Stay each night for a while | |
| But I won't cast no shadow | |
| Just walk out with a smile | |
| Friday's girl is crying | |
| 'Cause her heart won't let her sleep | |
| Monday's girl is asking | |
| What the hell's got into me? | |
| And I'm in the lane | |
| Watching the birds all fly away | |
| Baby sleep, baby sleep now | |
| Baby sleep | |
| And let the night come and find you | |
| Just it happen that way | |
| The weary ghost of the city | |
| Has come to take your shape | |
| Friday night to Sunday morning | |
| Coming down so slow | |
| I hope that you realise | |
| You never are alone | |
| Alone in the quiet | |
| I guess this sounds just like goodbye | |
| Baby sleep, baby sleep now | |
| Baby sleep |
| zuo ci : Clientele, MacLean | |
| These days nothing but sunshine | |
| Stay each night for a while | |
| But I won' t cast no shadow | |
| Just walk out with a smile | |
| Friday' s girl is crying | |
| ' Cause her heart won' t let her sleep | |
| Monday' s girl is asking | |
| What the hell' s got into me? | |
| And I' m in the lane | |
| Watching the birds all fly away | |
| Baby sleep, baby sleep now | |
| Baby sleep | |
| And let the night come and find you | |
| Just it happen that way | |
| The weary ghost of the city | |
| Has come to take your shape | |
| Friday night to Sunday morning | |
| Coming down so slow | |
| I hope that you realise | |
| You never are alone | |
| Alone in the quiet | |
| I guess this sounds just like goodbye | |
| Baby sleep, baby sleep now | |
| Baby sleep |
| zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean | |
| These days nothing but sunshine | |
| Stay each night for a while | |
| But I won' t cast no shadow | |
| Just walk out with a smile | |
| Friday' s girl is crying | |
| ' Cause her heart won' t let her sleep | |
| Monday' s girl is asking | |
| What the hell' s got into me? | |
| And I' m in the lane | |
| Watching the birds all fly away | |
| Baby sleep, baby sleep now | |
| Baby sleep | |
| And let the night come and find you | |
| Just it happen that way | |
| The weary ghost of the city | |
| Has come to take your shape | |
| Friday night to Sunday morning | |
| Coming down so slow | |
| I hope that you realise | |
| You never are alone | |
| Alone in the quiet | |
| I guess this sounds just like goodbye | |
| Baby sleep, baby sleep now | |
| Baby sleep |