| Song | Raintime |
| Artist | The Wolfgang Press |
| Album | Bird Wood Cage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Cox, Gray | |
| Disturbing the old times, the gift of science | |
| Lots of back washing and sticks of paper | |
| Sticks of paper lighting the way | |
| If you find you don't know where your going | |
| It's in the bush, it's in the trees | |
| I'm gonna run round there twice | |
| It's too quick, it's too late | |
| It's much too quick and it's far too late | |
| I'm rolling away | |
| And I'm rolling away, and | |
| I'm rolling away for the last time | |
| And I'm hauling away, and | |
| I'm hauling away | |
| Too many things left unsaid | |
| And I'm rolling away, and | |
| I'm rolling away | |
| Somebody here is talking | |
| And I'm hauling away, and | |
| I'm hauling away, | |
| Somebody here is sober | |
| Somebody here is older | |
| Macbeth times 2 | |
| A lazy suit and bloody hands | |
| Come taste your faith in every street | |
| The sound of money just kissed me in the face | |
| My trousers aren't the right size | |
| I go straight to pocket | |
| Take one step up and back to business | |
| My mind is closed so my body speaks | |
| My mind is clothed, my body squeaks | |
| And I'm rolling away, and | |
| I'm rolling away | |
| And I'm facing my only true smile | |
| And I'm hauling away, and | |
| I'm hauling away | |
| Somebody there is calling | |
| So I'm rolling away, | |
| I'm rolling away | |
| A sound of time is talking | |
| And I'm hauling away, and | |
| I'm hauling away | |
| This party here is too loud | |
| Nobody knows what clothes they're wearing | |
| Nobody knows which road is the white one | |
| So here we go holding up the motion | |
| You raise your hopes, you raise your chin | |
| You raise your glass with nothing in it | |
| It's a momentary lapse, a common habit | |
| Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces, | |
| And with their party faces, and party people | |
| With their powdered faces | |
| Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away, | |
| Just rolling... | |
| Raintime, raintime, raintime... |
| zuo ci : Allen, Cox, Gray | |
| Disturbing the old times, the gift of science | |
| Lots of back washing and sticks of paper | |
| Sticks of paper lighting the way | |
| If you find you don' t know where your going | |
| It' s in the bush, it' s in the trees | |
| I' m gonna run round there twice | |
| It' s too quick, it' s too late | |
| It' s much too quick and it' s far too late | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| And I' m rolling away, and | |
| I' m rolling away for the last time | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away | |
| Too many things left unsaid | |
| And I' m rolling away, and | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| Somebody here is talking | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away, | |
| Somebody here is sober | |
| Somebody here is older | |
| Macbeth times 2 | |
| A lazy suit and bloody hands | |
| Come taste your faith in every street | |
| The sound of money just kissed me in the face | |
| My trousers aren' t the right size | |
| I go straight to pocket | |
| Take one step up and back to business | |
| My mind is closed so my body speaks | |
| My mind is clothed, my body squeaks | |
| And I' m rolling away, and | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| And I' m facing my only true smile | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away | |
| Somebody there is calling | |
| So I' m rolling away, | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| A sound of time is talking | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away | |
| This party here is too loud | |
| Nobody knows what clothes they' re wearing | |
| Nobody knows which road is the white one | |
| So here we go holding up the motion | |
| You raise your hopes, you raise your chin | |
| You raise your glass with nothing in it | |
| It' s a momentary lapse, a common habit | |
| Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces, | |
| And with their party faces, and party people | |
| With their powdered faces | |
| Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away, | |
| Just rolling... | |
| Raintime, raintime, raintime... |
| zuò cí : Allen, Cox, Gray | |
| Disturbing the old times, the gift of science | |
| Lots of back washing and sticks of paper | |
| Sticks of paper lighting the way | |
| If you find you don' t know where your going | |
| It' s in the bush, it' s in the trees | |
| I' m gonna run round there twice | |
| It' s too quick, it' s too late | |
| It' s much too quick and it' s far too late | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| And I' m rolling away, and | |
| I' m rolling away for the last time | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away | |
| Too many things left unsaid | |
| And I' m rolling away, and | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| Somebody here is talking | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away, | |
| Somebody here is sober | |
| Somebody here is older | |
| Macbeth times 2 | |
| A lazy suit and bloody hands | |
| Come taste your faith in every street | |
| The sound of money just kissed me in the face | |
| My trousers aren' t the right size | |
| I go straight to pocket | |
| Take one step up and back to business | |
| My mind is closed so my body speaks | |
| My mind is clothed, my body squeaks | |
| And I' m rolling away, and | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| And I' m facing my only true smile | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away | |
| Somebody there is calling | |
| So I' m rolling away, | |
| I' m rolling away | |
| A sound of time is talking | |
| And I' m hauling away, and | |
| I' m hauling away | |
| This party here is too loud | |
| Nobody knows what clothes they' re wearing | |
| Nobody knows which road is the white one | |
| So here we go holding up the motion | |
| You raise your hopes, you raise your chin | |
| You raise your glass with nothing in it | |
| It' s a momentary lapse, a common habit | |
| Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces, | |
| And with their party faces, and party people | |
| With their powdered faces | |
| Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away, | |
| Just rolling... | |
| Raintime, raintime, raintime... |