| Song | Driven Like the Snow |
| Artist | The Sisters of Mercy |
| Album | Floodland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Eldritch | |
| Still night, nothing for miles, | |
| White curtain come down, | |
| Kill the lights in the middle of the road | |
| And take a look around..... | |
| It don't help to be one of the chosen | |
| One of the few, to be sure | |
| When the wheels are spinning around | |
| And the ground is frozen through, and you're | |
| Driven, like the snow | |
| Pure in heart | |
| Driven together | |
| And given | |
| Away to the west | |
| A white dress | |
| Til the river don't run | |
| A black dress | |
| Looking like mine | |
| Til the sun don't shine no more | |
| Where the sky meet the ground | |
| Where the street fold round | |
| Where the voice you hold don't | |
| make no sound, look | |
| Snow on the river and two by two | |
| Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don't | |
| Go there now, but I hear they sung | |
| Their uck Me And Marry Me Young?Some wild idea and a big white bed, now | |
| You know better than that, I said, | |
| Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down | |
| Like brittle things will break before they turn | |
| Like lipstick on my cigarette | |
| And the ice get harder overhead | |
| Like think it twice but never never learn... | |
| And the mist will wrap around us | |
| And the crystal, if you touch it... | |
| And the cars | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| And the people that drive | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| And the cares I've | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| Theirs, ours, | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are.. | |
| Driven | |
| Driven together | |
| And driven | |
| Apart |
| zuo ci : Eldritch | |
| Still night, nothing for miles, | |
| White curtain come down, | |
| Kill the lights in the middle of the road | |
| And take a look around..... | |
| It don' t help to be one of the chosen | |
| One of the few, to be sure | |
| When the wheels are spinning around | |
| And the ground is frozen through, and you' re | |
| Driven, like the snow | |
| Pure in heart | |
| Driven together | |
| And given | |
| Away to the west | |
| A white dress | |
| Til the river don' t run | |
| A black dress | |
| Looking like mine | |
| Til the sun don' t shine no more | |
| Where the sky meet the ground | |
| Where the street fold round | |
| Where the voice you hold don' t | |
| make no sound, look | |
| Snow on the river and two by two | |
| Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don' t | |
| Go there now, but I hear they sung | |
| Their uck Me And Marry Me Young? Some wild idea and a big white bed, now | |
| You know better than that, I said, | |
| Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down | |
| Like brittle things will break before they turn | |
| Like lipstick on my cigarette | |
| And the ice get harder overhead | |
| Like think it twice but never never learn... | |
| And the mist will wrap around us | |
| And the crystal, if you touch it... | |
| And the cars | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| And the people that drive | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| And the cares I' ve | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| Theirs, ours, | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are.. | |
| Driven | |
| Driven together | |
| And driven | |
| Apart |
| zuò cí : Eldritch | |
| Still night, nothing for miles, | |
| White curtain come down, | |
| Kill the lights in the middle of the road | |
| And take a look around..... | |
| It don' t help to be one of the chosen | |
| One of the few, to be sure | |
| When the wheels are spinning around | |
| And the ground is frozen through, and you' re | |
| Driven, like the snow | |
| Pure in heart | |
| Driven together | |
| And given | |
| Away to the west | |
| A white dress | |
| Til the river don' t run | |
| A black dress | |
| Looking like mine | |
| Til the sun don' t shine no more | |
| Where the sky meet the ground | |
| Where the street fold round | |
| Where the voice you hold don' t | |
| make no sound, look | |
| Snow on the river and two by two | |
| Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don' t | |
| Go there now, but I hear they sung | |
| Their uck Me And Marry Me Young? Some wild idea and a big white bed, now | |
| You know better than that, I said, | |
| Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down | |
| Like brittle things will break before they turn | |
| Like lipstick on my cigarette | |
| And the ice get harder overhead | |
| Like think it twice but never never learn... | |
| And the mist will wrap around us | |
| And the crystal, if you touch it... | |
| And the cars | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| And the people that drive | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| And the cares I' ve | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are there | |
| Theirs, ours, | |
| Lost in the drift | |
| Are.. | |
| Driven | |
| Driven together | |
| And driven | |
| Apart |