| Song | You'll Be Comin' Down |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Magic |
| 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen | |
| 作词 : Bruce Springsteen | |
| White roses and misty blue eyes | |
| Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies | |
| A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through | |
| Jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue | |
| You're smiling now, but you'll find out | |
| They'll use you up and spit you out now | |
| Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds | |
| But pretty soon it turns out | |
| You'll be comin' down now, baby | |
| You'll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down | |
| Easy street, a quick buck and true lies | |
| Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies | |
| A silver plate of pearls my golden child | |
| It's all yours, at least for a little while | |
| You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out | |
| Then it's gonna get pretty cold out | |
| An empty stream of stars shooting by | |
| You got your hopes on high | |
| You'll be comin' down now, baby | |
| You'll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down | |
| For a while you'll go sparklin' by | |
| Just another pretty thing on high | |
| Like a thief on a Sunday morning | |
| It all falls apart with no warning | |
| Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green | |
| The crushed metal of your little flying machine | |
| You'll be comin' down now baby | |
| You'll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down | |
| You'll be comin' down now baby | |
| You'll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down |
| zuò qǔ : Bruce Springsteen | |
| zuò cí : Bruce Springsteen | |
| White roses and misty blue eyes | |
| Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies | |
| A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through | |
| Jacket you bought me gone daisy grayblue | |
| You' re smiling now, but you' ll find out | |
| They' ll use you up and spit you out now | |
| Your head' s spinnin' in diamonds and clouds | |
| But pretty soon it turns out | |
| You' ll be comin' down now, baby | |
| You' ll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
| Easy street, a quick buck and true lies | |
| Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies | |
| A silver plate of pearls my golden child | |
| It' s all yours, at least for a little while | |
| You' ll be fine long as your pretty face holds out | |
| Then it' s gonna get pretty cold out | |
| An empty stream of stars shooting by | |
| You got your hopes on high | |
| You' ll be comin' down now, baby | |
| You' ll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
| For a while you' ll go sparklin' by | |
| Just another pretty thing on high | |
| Like a thief on a Sunday morning | |
| It all falls apart with no warning | |
| Your cinnamon sky' s gone candyapple green | |
| The crushed metal of your little flying machine | |
| You' ll be comin' down now baby | |
| You' ll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down | |
| You' ll be comin' down now baby | |
| You' ll be comin' down | |
| What goes around, it comes around and you' ll be comin' down |