| 作曲 : Mount | |
| 作词 : Mount | |
| She sleeps her soul so soft and trim | |
| Arranging papers around the bed | |
| And if she's dreaming deep tonight | |
| I lie with her by reading light | |
| A glass of water by her side | |
| I'm gone in hopes of getting tired | |
| I call her shots 'til we wake up | |
| Count every second on every clock | |
| It's getting late, yeah, that I know | |
| The hours come, the hours gone | |
| Then twitching lips and twitching arms | |
| And there you're lying your make up on them | |
| Oh girl, if you're dreaming deep tonight | |
| I'll lie with you by reading light | |
| A glass of water by your side | |
| I'm gone in hopes of getting tired | |
| I call her shots 'til we wake up | |
| Count every second on every clock | |
| It's getting late, yeah, that I know | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come |
| zuo qu : Mount | |
| zuo ci : Mount | |
| She sleeps her soul so soft and trim | |
| Arranging papers around the bed | |
| And if she' s dreaming deep tonight | |
| I lie with her by reading light | |
| A glass of water by her side | |
| I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
| I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
| Count every second on every clock | |
| It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
| The hours come, the hours gone | |
| Then twitching lips and twitching arms | |
| And there you' re lying your make up on them | |
| Oh girl, if you' re dreaming deep tonight | |
| I' ll lie with you by reading light | |
| A glass of water by your side | |
| I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
| I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
| Count every second on every clock | |
| It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come |
| zuò qǔ : Mount | |
| zuò cí : Mount | |
| She sleeps her soul so soft and trim | |
| Arranging papers around the bed | |
| And if she' s dreaming deep tonight | |
| I lie with her by reading light | |
| A glass of water by her side | |
| I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
| I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
| Count every second on every clock | |
| It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
| The hours come, the hours gone | |
| Then twitching lips and twitching arms | |
| And there you' re lying your make up on them | |
| Oh girl, if you' re dreaming deep tonight | |
| I' ll lie with you by reading light | |
| A glass of water by your side | |
| I' m gone in hopes of getting tired | |
| I call her shots ' til we wake up | |
| Count every second on every clock | |
| It' s getting late, yeah, that I know | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come | |
| The hours come, the hours come |
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