| Song | Sell, Sell, Sell |
| Artist | David Gray |
| Album | Sell, Sell, Sell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gray | |
| I beg to differ | |
| To break the chain | |
| To draw a line right through | |
| Tomorrow | |
| And cancel every claim | |
| I've seen reflections | |
| Beneath my skin | |
| And drums beating for battle | |
| In the eyes of children | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don't see no colour | |
| Where the war don't make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| Oh violent flowers | |
| You fill the screen | |
| Betray your mother | |
| And change your name | |
| So tall and fickle | |
| And blind as snow | |
| Running headfirst for oblivion | |
| Cause you've nowhere else to go | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don't see no colour | |
| Where the war don't make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| In chill of winter | |
| In dead of night | |
| Each so familiar with the hunger | |
| That they got no appetite | |
| They talk of loving | |
| I hear her say | |
| That as fast as i can give it | |
| He's taking it away | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don't see no colour | |
| Where the war don't make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don't see no colour | |
| Where the war don't make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| A weeping willow | |
| The desert wind | |
| So many learn to swallow | |
| So few to understand | |
| The deepest longing | |
| This cup of faith | |
| Where to put them in a world | |
| Where no innocence is safe |
| zuo ci : Gray | |
| I beg to differ | |
| To break the chain | |
| To draw a line right through | |
| Tomorrow | |
| And cancel every claim | |
| I' ve seen reflections | |
| Beneath my skin | |
| And drums beating for battle | |
| In the eyes of children | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| Oh violent flowers | |
| You fill the screen | |
| Betray your mother | |
| And change your name | |
| So tall and fickle | |
| And blind as snow | |
| Running headfirst for oblivion | |
| Cause you' ve nowhere else to go | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| In chill of winter | |
| In dead of night | |
| Each so familiar with the hunger | |
| That they got no appetite | |
| They talk of loving | |
| I hear her say | |
| That as fast as i can give it | |
| He' s taking it away | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| A weeping willow | |
| The desert wind | |
| So many learn to swallow | |
| So few to understand | |
| The deepest longing | |
| This cup of faith | |
| Where to put them in a world | |
| Where no innocence is safe |
| zuò cí : Gray | |
| I beg to differ | |
| To break the chain | |
| To draw a line right through | |
| Tomorrow | |
| And cancel every claim | |
| I' ve seen reflections | |
| Beneath my skin | |
| And drums beating for battle | |
| In the eyes of children | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| Oh violent flowers | |
| You fill the screen | |
| Betray your mother | |
| And change your name | |
| So tall and fickle | |
| And blind as snow | |
| Running headfirst for oblivion | |
| Cause you' ve nowhere else to go | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| In chill of winter | |
| In dead of night | |
| Each so familiar with the hunger | |
| That they got no appetite | |
| They talk of loving | |
| I hear her say | |
| That as fast as i can give it | |
| He' s taking it away | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| And turning it over | |
| Right down | |
| Where the eye don' t see no colour | |
| Where the war don' t make a sound | |
| Ice on the shoulder | |
| Noel | |
| Praise the lord above | |
| And sell sell sell | |
| A weeping willow | |
| The desert wind | |
| So many learn to swallow | |
| So few to understand | |
| The deepest longing | |
| This cup of faith | |
| Where to put them in a world | |
| Where no innocence is safe |