| Song | Turquoise Days |
| Artist | Echo & the Bunnymen |
| Album | Do It Clean |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DeFreitas, McCulloch ... | |
| Just when the thought occurs | |
| The panic will pass | |
| And the smell of the fields | |
| Never lasts | |
| Put your faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| You've got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| You've got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| It's not for glory | |
| It's not for honour | |
| Just something someone said | |
| It's not for love | |
| It's not for war | |
| Just hands clasped together | |
| It's not for living | |
| It's for hunger | |
| Just lips locked tight | |
| It's not rebellion | |
| It's not suffering | |
| It's just the way it is | |
| And my pistol's packed | |
| And my God goes with me | |
| I feel easy | |
| And I want it | |
| And I need it | |
| And I've got it | |
| It's not for this | |
| It's not for that | |
| It's not any of it | |
| Did you say knowledge? | |
| Did you say prayer? | |
| Did you say anything? | |
| If not for good | |
| If not for better | |
| If not the way it is | |
| Just when the thought occurs | |
| The panic will pass | |
| And the smell of the fields | |
| Never lasts | |
| We'll put your faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| Place our faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| You've got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| You've got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| Now I think I know | |
| Just what to say | |
| Now I think I know | |
| Just what to say |
| zuo ci : DeFreitas, McCulloch ... | |
| Just when the thought occurs | |
| The panic will pass | |
| And the smell of the fields | |
| Never lasts | |
| Put your faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| It' s not for glory | |
| It' s not for honour | |
| Just something someone said | |
| It' s not for love | |
| It' s not for war | |
| Just hands clasped together | |
| It' s not for living | |
| It' s for hunger | |
| Just lips locked tight | |
| It' s not rebellion | |
| It' s not suffering | |
| It' s just the way it is | |
| And my pistol' s packed | |
| And my God goes with me | |
| I feel easy | |
| And I want it | |
| And I need it | |
| And I' ve got it | |
| It' s not for this | |
| It' s not for that | |
| It' s not any of it | |
| Did you say knowledge? | |
| Did you say prayer? | |
| Did you say anything? | |
| If not for good | |
| If not for better | |
| If not the way it is | |
| Just when the thought occurs | |
| The panic will pass | |
| And the smell of the fields | |
| Never lasts | |
| We' ll put your faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| Place our faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| Now I think I know | |
| Just what to say | |
| Now I think I know | |
| Just what to say |
| zuò cí : DeFreitas, McCulloch ... | |
| Just when the thought occurs | |
| The panic will pass | |
| And the smell of the fields | |
| Never lasts | |
| Put your faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| It' s not for glory | |
| It' s not for honour | |
| Just something someone said | |
| It' s not for love | |
| It' s not for war | |
| Just hands clasped together | |
| It' s not for living | |
| It' s for hunger | |
| Just lips locked tight | |
| It' s not rebellion | |
| It' s not suffering | |
| It' s just the way it is | |
| And my pistol' s packed | |
| And my God goes with me | |
| I feel easy | |
| And I want it | |
| And I need it | |
| And I' ve got it | |
| It' s not for this | |
| It' s not for that | |
| It' s not any of it | |
| Did you say knowledge? | |
| Did you say prayer? | |
| Did you say anything? | |
| If not for good | |
| If not for better | |
| If not the way it is | |
| Just when the thought occurs | |
| The panic will pass | |
| And the smell of the fields | |
| Never lasts | |
| We' ll put your faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| Place our faith | |
| In those crimson nights | |
| Set sail | |
| In those turquoise days | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| You' ve got a problem | |
| Come on over | |
| Now I think I know | |
| Just what to say | |
| Now I think I know | |
| Just what to say |