| Song | Gutters Full Of Rain |
| Artist | David Gray |
| Album | Sell, Sell, Sell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gray | |
| A gutter full of rain | |
| An empty picture frame | |
| A house out at the edges of the city | |
| Never noticing the war | |
| Til it's right there at your door | |
| And suddenly your hands are bloody | |
| I was seeking to possess | |
| Now another girl's caress | |
| Is on your flesh | |
| The bitterness is tasted | |
| There's nobody in your chair | |
| No hand to touch my hair | |
| The sun even the air seems wasted | |
| Let it go now | |
| Let it all slip away | |
| And we'll start it all over again | |
| Me like a million others before | |
| Trying to make sense of the rain | |
| Were these twenty years a dream | |
| Was it ever as it seemed | |
| Get to wonder if it really existed | |
| Cause the thief who stole my life | |
| Has taken too my faith | |
| I can see now how the world gets | |
| Twisted | |
| Let it go now | |
| Let it all slip away | |
| And we'll start it all over again | |
| Me like a million others before | |
| Trying to make sense of the rain | |
| In spite of all the shame | |
| Sometimes i hear your name | |
| I think of us when we were younger | |
| Then i'm shutting out the noise | |
| And i'm trying to hear the voice | |
| That used to tell me love was | |
| Stronger | |
| Light another cigarette | |
| But the one i got's still lit | |
| I can't seem to keep my fingers | |
| Steady | |
| Never noticing the war | |
| Til it's right there at your door | |
| And suddenly your hands are bloody |
| zuo ci : Gray | |
| A gutter full of rain | |
| An empty picture frame | |
| A house out at the edges of the city | |
| Never noticing the war | |
| Til it' s right there at your door | |
| And suddenly your hands are bloody | |
| I was seeking to possess | |
| Now another girl' s caress | |
| Is on your flesh | |
| The bitterness is tasted | |
| There' s nobody in your chair | |
| No hand to touch my hair | |
| The sun even the air seems wasted | |
| Let it go now | |
| Let it all slip away | |
| And we' ll start it all over again | |
| Me like a million others before | |
| Trying to make sense of the rain | |
| Were these twenty years a dream | |
| Was it ever as it seemed | |
| Get to wonder if it really existed | |
| Cause the thief who stole my life | |
| Has taken too my faith | |
| I can see now how the world gets | |
| Twisted | |
| Let it go now | |
| Let it all slip away | |
| And we' ll start it all over again | |
| Me like a million others before | |
| Trying to make sense of the rain | |
| In spite of all the shame | |
| Sometimes i hear your name | |
| I think of us when we were younger | |
| Then i' m shutting out the noise | |
| And i' m trying to hear the voice | |
| That used to tell me love was | |
| Stronger | |
| Light another cigarette | |
| But the one i got' s still lit | |
| I can' t seem to keep my fingers | |
| Steady | |
| Never noticing the war | |
| Til it' s right there at your door | |
| And suddenly your hands are bloody |
| zuò cí : Gray | |
| A gutter full of rain | |
| An empty picture frame | |
| A house out at the edges of the city | |
| Never noticing the war | |
| Til it' s right there at your door | |
| And suddenly your hands are bloody | |
| I was seeking to possess | |
| Now another girl' s caress | |
| Is on your flesh | |
| The bitterness is tasted | |
| There' s nobody in your chair | |
| No hand to touch my hair | |
| The sun even the air seems wasted | |
| Let it go now | |
| Let it all slip away | |
| And we' ll start it all over again | |
| Me like a million others before | |
| Trying to make sense of the rain | |
| Were these twenty years a dream | |
| Was it ever as it seemed | |
| Get to wonder if it really existed | |
| Cause the thief who stole my life | |
| Has taken too my faith | |
| I can see now how the world gets | |
| Twisted | |
| Let it go now | |
| Let it all slip away | |
| And we' ll start it all over again | |
| Me like a million others before | |
| Trying to make sense of the rain | |
| In spite of all the shame | |
| Sometimes i hear your name | |
| I think of us when we were younger | |
| Then i' m shutting out the noise | |
| And i' m trying to hear the voice | |
| That used to tell me love was | |
| Stronger | |
| Light another cigarette | |
| But the one i got' s still lit | |
| I can' t seem to keep my fingers | |
| Steady | |
| Never noticing the war | |
| Til it' s right there at your door | |
| And suddenly your hands are bloody |