| Song | Wind Chill Factor (Minus Zero) |
| Artist | The Boomtown Rats |
| Album | The Fine Art Of Surfacing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bob Geldof | |
| 作词 : Geldof | |
| I took a tube train through the subway systems. | |
| I rode those tunnels like a six foot mole. | |
| I came back out and | |
| I was gasping for air. | |
| I made it to your place, | |
| I was praying you'd be home. | |
| We really shouldn't be alone tonight. | |
| Let's go to a movie where everybody fights | |
| But in the end there's dancing, songs, and smiles | |
| You need lots of smiles....when the | |
| Chorus Wind chill factor's minus zero | |
| Wind chill factor's minus 10 below. | |
| Wind chill factor's minus zero | |
| Wind chill factor. | |
| There you go. | |
| It's one of those days where | |
| I don't like myself (uh huh) | |
| But I get along with myself | |
| O.K. (O.K.?) | |
| I'll slip beneath these sheets and shiver here awhile (hmmmm) | |
| I find this happening more frequently these days. | |
| Still....I practice nightly, | |
| I try to keep ahead. | |
| This art of surfacing is all but dead. | |
| But I keep coming up, with time enough to breathe, | |
| I take what | |
| I need.....when the (repeat chorus) | |
| Do you agree (no) | |
| With anything (no) | |
| Do you believe (no) | |
| In anything (no) | |
| At all (no) | |
| You know when winter comes to visit these big cities, | |
| And the wind starts howling through the elevator shafts. | |
| Well, our love is like one of those older, colder buildings. | |
| But there's cracks in my concrete, | |
| I begin to feel the draught. | |
| You start to laugh (no) | |
| You say you've won (no) | |
| It's just | |
| I lost (no) | |
| That's not the same (no) | |
| I hobble to my corner and view the situation. | |
| And we'll settle finally for some form of deep freeze | |
| Hibernation.......now the (repeat chorus) |
| zuo qu : Bob Geldof | |
| zuo ci : Geldof | |
| I took a tube train through the subway systems. | |
| I rode those tunnels like a six foot mole. | |
| I came back out and | |
| I was gasping for air. | |
| I made it to your place, | |
| I was praying you' d be home. | |
| We really shouldn' t be alone tonight. | |
| Let' s go to a movie where everybody fights | |
| But in the end there' s dancing, songs, and smiles | |
| You need lots of smiles.... when the | |
| Chorus Wind chill factor' s minus zero | |
| Wind chill factor' s minus 10 below. | |
| Wind chill factor' s minus zero | |
| Wind chill factor. | |
| There you go. | |
| It' s one of those days where | |
| I don' t like myself uh huh | |
| But I get along with myself | |
| O. K. O. K.? | |
| I' ll slip beneath these sheets and shiver here awhile hmmmm | |
| I find this happening more frequently these days. | |
| Still.... I practice nightly, | |
| I try to keep ahead. | |
| This art of surfacing is all but dead. | |
| But I keep coming up, with time enough to breathe, | |
| I take what | |
| I need..... when the repeat chorus | |
| Do you agree no | |
| With anything no | |
| Do you believe no | |
| In anything no | |
| At all no | |
| You know when winter comes to visit these big cities, | |
| And the wind starts howling through the elevator shafts. | |
| Well, our love is like one of those older, colder buildings. | |
| But there' s cracks in my concrete, | |
| I begin to feel the draught. | |
| You start to laugh no | |
| You say you' ve won no | |
| It' s just | |
| I lost no | |
| That' s not the same no | |
| I hobble to my corner and view the situation. | |
| And we' ll settle finally for some form of deep freeze | |
| Hibernation....... now the repeat chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Bob Geldof | |
| zuò cí : Geldof | |
| I took a tube train through the subway systems. | |
| I rode those tunnels like a six foot mole. | |
| I came back out and | |
| I was gasping for air. | |
| I made it to your place, | |
| I was praying you' d be home. | |
| We really shouldn' t be alone tonight. | |
| Let' s go to a movie where everybody fights | |
| But in the end there' s dancing, songs, and smiles | |
| You need lots of smiles.... when the | |
| Chorus Wind chill factor' s minus zero | |
| Wind chill factor' s minus 10 below. | |
| Wind chill factor' s minus zero | |
| Wind chill factor. | |
| There you go. | |
| It' s one of those days where | |
| I don' t like myself uh huh | |
| But I get along with myself | |
| O. K. O. K.? | |
| I' ll slip beneath these sheets and shiver here awhile hmmmm | |
| I find this happening more frequently these days. | |
| Still.... I practice nightly, | |
| I try to keep ahead. | |
| This art of surfacing is all but dead. | |
| But I keep coming up, with time enough to breathe, | |
| I take what | |
| I need..... when the repeat chorus | |
| Do you agree no | |
| With anything no | |
| Do you believe no | |
| In anything no | |
| At all no | |
| You know when winter comes to visit these big cities, | |
| And the wind starts howling through the elevator shafts. | |
| Well, our love is like one of those older, colder buildings. | |
| But there' s cracks in my concrete, | |
| I begin to feel the draught. | |
| You start to laugh no | |
| You say you' ve won no | |
| It' s just | |
| I lost no | |
| That' s not the same no | |
| I hobble to my corner and view the situation. | |
| And we' ll settle finally for some form of deep freeze | |
| Hibernation....... now the repeat chorus |