| Song | Not Enuff Love |
| Artist | Faithless |
| Album | Outrospective (Reperspective The Remixes) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Faithless, Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| not enuff love | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| 'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Now when you climb {fade} | |
| And when you lock {fade} | |
| Just think of those | |
| out in the cold and dark | |
| 'Cause there is not enough love to go round. | |
| {Maxi Jazz} | |
| Until you wake up | |
| You people need a shake up | |
| You take up so much time | |
| Worrying, Scurrying, | |
| Here, there, | |
| Losing your hear | |
| No money to spare | |
| No love to share | |
| No wonder you appear under pressure from here | |
| You look fresh, yeah | |
| But all I got is dirt in my hear | |
| My nightmares manifest, | |
| But I can escape | |
| Yours is in your chest | |
| With no formal shape | |
| The tape is running | |
| I push the button to send | |
| Upon each other we all depend | |
| Message end | |
| Whoever asks my name | |
| Or where I came from | |
| People fear contamination | |
| If they chary too long | |
| I carry a strong | |
| Sin of despair | |
| It's in the air | |
| I'm broken and hard to repair | |
| I may mistaken be | |
| But I patiently wait | |
| On the pad to humanity | |
| I sit at the gates | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| 'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| 'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| {Maxi Jazz} | |
| Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul, | |
| Down the river | |
| My liver in bad condition | |
| Like my skin | |
| Rain falling, once again | |
| I'm in my bed | |
| Hurt the time in | |
| I'm gonna struggle for air | |
| There's hair in my food | |
| When I get it usually someone already half ate it | |
| Touch it, not to let it | |
| Get me down | |
| But my head starting to pad | |
| People go round, and round and round | |
| From one I get a cigarette | |
| A little more love found | |
| But the ground is still wet | |
| My chief are chattering | |
| And there's a spattering of seeds | |
| Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet | |
| When I sleep I'll do my deep in the mainstream | |
| But unaccountably my heart was growing | |
| Small and mean | |
| A hurry past | |
| Ridged people I pretend I haven't seen | |
| But there's money in my pocket | |
| And my clothes are clean? | |
| {Maxi Jazz 4x} | |
| I said money in my pocket | |
| But I just can't give no love | |
| Money in my pocket | |
| But I just can't give no love | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| 'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| 'Cause there is not enough love to go round |
| zuo ci : Faithless, Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| not enuff love | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Now when you climb fade | |
| And when you lock fade | |
| Just think of those | |
| out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round. | |
| Maxi Jazz | |
| Until you wake up | |
| You people need a shake up | |
| You take up so much time | |
| Worrying, Scurrying, | |
| Here, there, | |
| Losing your hear | |
| No money to spare | |
| No love to share | |
| No wonder you appear under pressure from here | |
| You look fresh, yeah | |
| But all I got is dirt in my hear | |
| My nightmares manifest, | |
| But I can escape | |
| Yours is in your chest | |
| With no formal shape | |
| The tape is running | |
| I push the button to send | |
| Upon each other we all depend | |
| Message end | |
| Whoever asks my name | |
| Or where I came from | |
| People fear contamination | |
| If they chary too long | |
| I carry a strong | |
| Sin of despair | |
| It' s in the air | |
| I' m broken and hard to repair | |
| I may mistaken be | |
| But I patiently wait | |
| On the pad to humanity | |
| I sit at the gates | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Maxi Jazz | |
| Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul, | |
| Down the river | |
| My liver in bad condition | |
| Like my skin | |
| Rain falling, once again | |
| I' m in my bed | |
| Hurt the time in | |
| I' m gonna struggle for air | |
| There' s hair in my food | |
| When I get it usually someone already half ate it | |
| Touch it, not to let it | |
| Get me down | |
| But my head starting to pad | |
| People go round, and round and round | |
| From one I get a cigarette | |
| A little more love found | |
| But the ground is still wet | |
| My chief are chattering | |
| And there' s a spattering of seeds | |
| Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet | |
| When I sleep I' ll do my deep in the mainstream | |
| But unaccountably my heart was growing | |
| Small and mean | |
| A hurry past | |
| Ridged people I pretend I haven' t seen | |
| But there' s money in my pocket | |
| And my clothes are clean? | |
| Maxi Jazz 4x | |
| I said money in my pocket | |
| But I just can' t give no love | |
| Money in my pocket | |
| But I just can' t give no love | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round |
| zuò cí : Faithless, Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| not enuff love | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Now when you climb fade | |
| And when you lock fade | |
| Just think of those | |
| out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round. | |
| Maxi Jazz | |
| Until you wake up | |
| You people need a shake up | |
| You take up so much time | |
| Worrying, Scurrying, | |
| Here, there, | |
| Losing your hear | |
| No money to spare | |
| No love to share | |
| No wonder you appear under pressure from here | |
| You look fresh, yeah | |
| But all I got is dirt in my hear | |
| My nightmares manifest, | |
| But I can escape | |
| Yours is in your chest | |
| With no formal shape | |
| The tape is running | |
| I push the button to send | |
| Upon each other we all depend | |
| Message end | |
| Whoever asks my name | |
| Or where I came from | |
| People fear contamination | |
| If they chary too long | |
| I carry a strong | |
| Sin of despair | |
| It' s in the air | |
| I' m broken and hard to repair | |
| I may mistaken be | |
| But I patiently wait | |
| On the pad to humanity | |
| I sit at the gates | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| Maxi Jazz | |
| Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul, | |
| Down the river | |
| My liver in bad condition | |
| Like my skin | |
| Rain falling, once again | |
| I' m in my bed | |
| Hurt the time in | |
| I' m gonna struggle for air | |
| There' s hair in my food | |
| When I get it usually someone already half ate it | |
| Touch it, not to let it | |
| Get me down | |
| But my head starting to pad | |
| People go round, and round and round | |
| From one I get a cigarette | |
| A little more love found | |
| But the ground is still wet | |
| My chief are chattering | |
| And there' s a spattering of seeds | |
| Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet | |
| When I sleep I' ll do my deep in the mainstream | |
| But unaccountably my heart was growing | |
| Small and mean | |
| A hurry past | |
| Ridged people I pretend I haven' t seen | |
| But there' s money in my pocket | |
| And my clothes are clean? | |
| Maxi Jazz 4x | |
| I said money in my pocket | |
| But I just can' t give no love | |
| Money in my pocket | |
| But I just can' t give no love | |
| Now when you climb | |
| Into your bed tonight | |
| And when you lock | |
| And hold the door | |
| Just think of those | |
| Out in the cold and dark | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
| ' Cause there is not enough love to go round |