| Song | Night Raid |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | Ghosteen |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Nick Cave/Warren Ellis |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Nick Cave/Warren Ellis |
| [00:27.572] | Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below |
| [00:35.957] | The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel |
| [00:40.503] | We checked into room 33, well, well, well, well |
| [00:52.467] | You were a runaway flake of snow |
| [00:59.024] | You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know |
| [01:07.017] | Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes |
| [01:10.622] | I slid my little songs out from under you (Ooh, ooh) |
| [01:19.869] | |
| [01:23.187] | And we all rose from our wonder |
| [01:30.997] | We would never admit defeat |
| [01:36.248] | And we leaned out of the window |
| [01:43.432] | As the rain fell on the street |
| [01:51.347] | On the street |
| [01:58.687] | |
| [02:26.821] | They were just a sigh released from a dying star |
| [02:34.214] | They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah, I know |
| [02:41.450] | They annexed your insides in a late night raid |
| [02:45.577] | We sent down for drinks and something to eat |
| [02:49.077] | The cars hummin' in the rain on the street below |
| [02:58.377] | A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel |
| [03:05.613] | The spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know |
| [03:13.528] | Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair (Ooh, ooh) |
| [03:18.047] | And Jesus lying in His mother's arms, just so (Ooh, ooh) |
| [03:23.455] | Up on the wall, just so |
| [03:30.691] | And we all rose up from our wonder |
| [03:37.848] | We will never admit defeat |
| [03:42.968] | And we leaned out of the window |
| [03:49.969] | And watched the horses in the street |
| [03:57.153] | In the street |
| [04:05.042] | In room 33, yeah, I know |
| [04:15.700] | Yeah, I know |
| [04:24.059] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Nick Cave Warren Ellis |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Nick Cave Warren Ellis |
| [00:27.572] | Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below |
| [00:35.957] | The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel |
| [00:40.503] | We checked into room 33, well, well, well, well |
| [00:52.467] | You were a runaway flake of snow |
| [00:59.024] | You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know |
| [01:07.017] | Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes |
| [01:10.622] | I slid my little songs out from under you Ooh, ooh |
| [01:19.869] | |
| [01:23.187] | And we all rose from our wonder |
| [01:30.997] | We would never admit defeat |
| [01:36.248] | And we leaned out of the window |
| [01:43.432] | As the rain fell on the street |
| [01:51.347] | On the street |
| [01:58.687] | |
| [02:26.821] | They were just a sigh released from a dying star |
| [02:34.214] | They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah, I know |
| [02:41.450] | They annexed your insides in a late night raid |
| [02:45.577] | We sent down for drinks and something to eat |
| [02:49.077] | The cars hummin' in the rain on the street below |
| [02:58.377] | A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel |
| [03:05.613] | The spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know |
| [03:13.528] | Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair Ooh, ooh |
| [03:18.047] | And Jesus lying in His mother' s arms, just so Ooh, ooh |
| [03:23.455] | Up on the wall, just so |
| [03:30.691] | And we all rose up from our wonder |
| [03:37.848] | We will never admit defeat |
| [03:42.968] | And we leaned out of the window |
| [03:49.969] | And watched the horses in the street |
| [03:57.153] | In the street |
| [04:05.042] | In room 33, yeah, I know |
| [04:15.700] | Yeah, I know |
| [04:24.059] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Nick Cave Warren Ellis |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Nick Cave Warren Ellis |
| [00:27.572] | Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below |
| [00:35.957] | The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel |
| [00:40.503] | We checked into room 33, well, well, well, well |
| [00:52.467] | You were a runaway flake of snow |
| [00:59.024] | You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know |
| [01:07.017] | Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes |
| [01:10.622] | I slid my little songs out from under you Ooh, ooh |
| [01:19.869] | |
| [01:23.187] | And we all rose from our wonder |
| [01:30.997] | We would never admit defeat |
| [01:36.248] | And we leaned out of the window |
| [01:43.432] | As the rain fell on the street |
| [01:51.347] | On the street |
| [01:58.687] | |
| [02:26.821] | They were just a sigh released from a dying star |
| [02:34.214] | They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah, I know |
| [02:41.450] | They annexed your insides in a late night raid |
| [02:45.577] | We sent down for drinks and something to eat |
| [02:49.077] | The cars hummin' in the rain on the street below |
| [02:58.377] | A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel |
| [03:05.613] | The spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know |
| [03:13.528] | Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair Ooh, ooh |
| [03:18.047] | And Jesus lying in His mother' s arms, just so Ooh, ooh |
| [03:23.455] | Up on the wall, just so |
| [03:30.691] | And we all rose up from our wonder |
| [03:37.848] | We will never admit defeat |
| [03:42.968] | And we leaned out of the window |
| [03:49.969] | And watched the horses in the street |
| [03:57.153] | In the street |
| [04:05.042] | In room 33, yeah, I know |
| [04:15.700] | Yeah, I know |
| [04:24.059] |