| Song | World Don't Want Us |
| Artist | Chamberlain |
| Album | The Moon My Saddle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| No moonlight over this one lane road tonight, | |
| but I don't care at all. | |
| I could use a bed, there's a hotel up ahead, | |
| but I don't know how far. | |
| In the backseat the smell of vinyl and wet streets | |
| must have helped you get to sleep. | |
| Inside of me I got a thousand old dreams | |
| and not one of them came for free. | |
| I know the world don't want us here, | |
| and only the wind can dry these tears. | |
| This night's a tomb | |
| but you're a patient moon | |
| waiting to flame tonight. | |
| This world's a close call, | |
| all these deserts and waterfalls, | |
| and mountains lean against the sky; | |
| shine, shine, shine, shine with me...(4x) | |
| 'cause I know the world don't want us here, | |
| and only the wind can dry these tears. |
| zuo qu : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| No moonlight over this one lane road tonight, | |
| but I don' t care at all. | |
| I could use a bed, there' s a hotel up ahead, | |
| but I don' t know how far. | |
| In the backseat the smell of vinyl and wet streets | |
| must have helped you get to sleep. | |
| Inside of me I got a thousand old dreams | |
| and not one of them came for free. | |
| I know the world don' t want us here, | |
| and only the wind can dry these tears. | |
| This night' s a tomb | |
| but you' re a patient moon | |
| waiting to flame tonight. | |
| This world' s a close call, | |
| all these deserts and waterfalls, | |
| and mountains lean against the sky | |
| shine, shine, shine, shine with me... 4x | |
| ' cause I know the world don' t want us here, | |
| and only the wind can dry these tears. |
| zuò qǔ : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| No moonlight over this one lane road tonight, | |
| but I don' t care at all. | |
| I could use a bed, there' s a hotel up ahead, | |
| but I don' t know how far. | |
| In the backseat the smell of vinyl and wet streets | |
| must have helped you get to sleep. | |
| Inside of me I got a thousand old dreams | |
| and not one of them came for free. | |
| I know the world don' t want us here, | |
| and only the wind can dry these tears. | |
| This night' s a tomb | |
| but you' re a patient moon | |
| waiting to flame tonight. | |
| This world' s a close call, | |
| all these deserts and waterfalls, | |
| and mountains lean against the sky | |
| shine, shine, shine, shine with me... 4x | |
| ' cause I know the world don' t want us here, | |
| and only the wind can dry these tears. |