Prisoner of His Mind

Song Prisoner of His Mind
Artist Yello
Album Motion Picture

Lyrics

作词 : Blank, Meier
The fugitive is fighting the invisible jail
Can he ever make it or is he gonna fail
Babylon is waiting for the prisoner of his mind
Babylon is everywhere I'm running out of time
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Babylon is everywhere and to a sticky tape
The flies are flying to the light and trying to escape
The years are eating up his time a prisoner of his mind
He is alone in Babylon with millions of his kind
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
The fugitive is fighting the invisible jail
Can he ever make it or is he gonna fail
Babylon is waiting for the prisoner of his mind
Babylon is everywhere I'm running out of time
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Babylon is everywhere and to a sticky tape
The flies are flying to the light and trying to escape
The years are eating up his time a prisoner of his mind
He is alone in Babylon with millions of his kind

Pinyin

zuò cí : Blank, Meier
The fugitive is fighting the invisible jail
Can he ever make it or is he gonna fail
Babylon is waiting for the prisoner of his mind
Babylon is everywhere I' m running out of time
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Babylon is everywhere and to a sticky tape
The flies are flying to the light and trying to escape
The years are eating up his time a prisoner of his mind
He is alone in Babylon with millions of his kind
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
The fugitive is fighting the invisible jail
Can he ever make it or is he gonna fail
Babylon is waiting for the prisoner of his mind
Babylon is everywhere I' m running out of time
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Drive drive do we get it on
Drive drive to Babylon
Babylon is everywhere and to a sticky tape
The flies are flying to the light and trying to escape
The years are eating up his time a prisoner of his mind
He is alone in Babylon with millions of his kind