| Song | It's My Shadow - Live |
| Artist | Ocean Colour Scene |
| Album | Live: One For The Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Steve Cradock & Simon Fowler & Oscar Harrison & Damon Minchella | |
| 作词 : Ocean Colour Scene | |
| Who is that upon the stairs acting like he don't know where and who is laying down all the cards and giving me the wrong things to say and like a wheel on the table | |
| He's a Cain to my | |
| Abel: Oh.....it's my shadow | |
| A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet | |
| Oh.....into my day | |
| It's my shadow | |
| Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes | |
| Oh..... into my day | |
| Happy in the time when | |
| I would have been there to see you | |
| Happy in the time when | |
| I would have been there at all | |
| Happy when the night is gone and | |
| I believe you | |
| Happy when the night is gone and | |
| I need a call | |
| Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make. | |
| And like a wheel on the table, he's a | |
| Cain to my | |
| Abel dancing upon the floor, its my shadow making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes | |
| Oh.....into my day | |
| Its my shadow | |
| Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet | |
| Oh.....into my day. | |
| When you find that things are getting wild is that the hardest smile that you can ever feel. | |
| Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes. | |
| And if my shadow comes a creeping | |
| Then I'll always find me sleeping in the sun. |
| zuo qu : Steve Cradock Simon Fowler Oscar Harrison Damon Minchella | |
| zuo ci : Ocean Colour Scene | |
| Who is that upon the stairs acting like he don' t know where and who is laying down all the cards and giving me the wrong things to say and like a wheel on the table | |
| He' s a Cain to my | |
| Abel: Oh..... it' s my shadow | |
| A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet | |
| Oh..... into my day | |
| It' s my shadow | |
| Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes | |
| Oh..... into my day | |
| Happy in the time when | |
| I would have been there to see you | |
| Happy in the time when | |
| I would have been there at all | |
| Happy when the night is gone and | |
| I believe you | |
| Happy when the night is gone and | |
| I need a call | |
| Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make. | |
| And like a wheel on the table, he' s a | |
| Cain to my | |
| Abel dancing upon the floor, its my shadow making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes | |
| Oh..... into my day | |
| Its my shadow | |
| Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet | |
| Oh..... into my day. | |
| When you find that things are getting wild is that the hardest smile that you can ever feel. | |
| Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes. | |
| And if my shadow comes a creeping | |
| Then I' ll always find me sleeping in the sun. |
| zuò qǔ : Steve Cradock Simon Fowler Oscar Harrison Damon Minchella | |
| zuò cí : Ocean Colour Scene | |
| Who is that upon the stairs acting like he don' t know where and who is laying down all the cards and giving me the wrong things to say and like a wheel on the table | |
| He' s a Cain to my | |
| Abel: Oh..... it' s my shadow | |
| A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet | |
| Oh..... into my day | |
| It' s my shadow | |
| Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes | |
| Oh..... into my day | |
| Happy in the time when | |
| I would have been there to see you | |
| Happy in the time when | |
| I would have been there at all | |
| Happy when the night is gone and | |
| I believe you | |
| Happy when the night is gone and | |
| I need a call | |
| Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make. | |
| And like a wheel on the table, he' s a | |
| Cain to my | |
| Abel dancing upon the floor, its my shadow making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes | |
| Oh..... into my day | |
| Its my shadow | |
| Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet | |
| Oh..... into my day. | |
| When you find that things are getting wild is that the hardest smile that you can ever feel. | |
| Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes. | |
| And if my shadow comes a creeping | |
| Then I' ll always find me sleeping in the sun. |