| Song | Seven More Days |
| Artist | Terence Trent D'Arby |
| Album | Introducing The Hardline According To Terence Trent D'Arby |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DArby | |
| Teardrops rusting on a steel bar | |
| Harmonica blues | |
| Heartblood thick enough for pine tar | |
| I've got a hole in my delta shoes | |
| Grown men wither and they dry away | |
| Their lives compromised | |
| I've gotta hold on | |
| Struggle through another day | |
| To see the fire in my baby's eyes | |
| Society's debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I'll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That's separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. | |
| Bad dreams, cornerstone realities | |
| Bears witness to shame | |
| Hell's gate - a landscaped brutality | |
| All for material gain | |
| But she's home praying on her hands & knees | |
| That safe shall I part. | |
| But I am guilty of her memory | |
| But there's no crime in my heart | |
| Society's debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I'll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That's separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. | |
| Lawful society | |
| Says this is what you get | |
| Tearful sobriety of | |
| Matters that you soon regret | |
| It all adds up to time | |
| Debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I'll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That's separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. |
| zuo ci : DArby | |
| Teardrops rusting on a steel bar | |
| Harmonica blues | |
| Heartblood thick enough for pine tar | |
| I' ve got a hole in my delta shoes | |
| Grown men wither and they dry away | |
| Their lives compromised | |
| I' ve gotta hold on | |
| Struggle through another day | |
| To see the fire in my baby' s eyes | |
| Society' s debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I' ll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That' s separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. | |
| Bad dreams, cornerstone realities | |
| Bears witness to shame | |
| Hell' s gate a landscaped brutality | |
| All for material gain | |
| But she' s home praying on her hands knees | |
| That safe shall I part. | |
| But I am guilty of her memory | |
| But there' s no crime in my heart | |
| Society' s debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I' ll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That' s separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. | |
| Lawful society | |
| Says this is what you get | |
| Tearful sobriety of | |
| Matters that you soon regret | |
| It all adds up to time | |
| Debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I' ll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That' s separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. |
| zuò cí : DArby | |
| Teardrops rusting on a steel bar | |
| Harmonica blues | |
| Heartblood thick enough for pine tar | |
| I' ve got a hole in my delta shoes | |
| Grown men wither and they dry away | |
| Their lives compromised | |
| I' ve gotta hold on | |
| Struggle through another day | |
| To see the fire in my baby' s eyes | |
| Society' s debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I' ll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That' s separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. | |
| Bad dreams, cornerstone realities | |
| Bears witness to shame | |
| Hell' s gate a landscaped brutality | |
| All for material gain | |
| But she' s home praying on her hands knees | |
| That safe shall I part. | |
| But I am guilty of her memory | |
| But there' s no crime in my heart | |
| Society' s debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I' ll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That' s separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. | |
| Lawful society | |
| Says this is what you get | |
| Tearful sobriety of | |
| Matters that you soon regret | |
| It all adds up to time | |
| Debts have been more than paid. | |
| In seven more days | |
| I' ll be home to you | |
| And the walls will tumble down | |
| That' s separating us two | |
| The Jericho mile and a river so wide | |
| In seven more days | |
| There will be no more divide. |