| Song | Whispers And Moans |
| Artist | Crowded House |
| Album | Crowded House/Temple of Low/Woodface |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Neil Finn | |
| Dull, dull grey | |
| The colour of our times | |
| Cool, cool space | |
| That I still hope to find | |
| Far beyond the veil | |
| The sound of whispers and moans | |
| Slow, time bomb | |
| The clamour of the street | |
| I hear this town | |
| It never goes to sleep | |
| And I will catch the taxi driver | |
| Weeping like a wounded beast | |
| Then I wake up in your room | |
| To share one piece of your life | |
| When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all | |
| Without your whispers and moans | |
| 'Cos here you come to carry me home | |
| Here you come to carry me home | |
| Love that sound | |
| Time erase | |
| Tension wheels | |
| Cool heels | |
| Won't ya come on open the bid 'fore too long | |
| Then I wake up in your room | |
| To share one piece of your life | |
| I'd give anything to be a fly upon the wall | |
| And hear your whispers and moans | |
| I'd like to hear your whispers and moans | |
| Here you come to carry me | |
| We are the mirrors | |
| Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion | |
| Cleansed in a moment of recognition | |
| You gave your life for it | |
| Worth it's weight in gold | |
| And growing empires and art collectors | |
| And Alans sound investments | |
| Will one day be forgotten | |
| One day be forgotten, yeah |
| zuo ci : Neil Finn | |
| Dull, dull grey | |
| The colour of our times | |
| Cool, cool space | |
| That I still hope to find | |
| Far beyond the veil | |
| The sound of whispers and moans | |
| Slow, time bomb | |
| The clamour of the street | |
| I hear this town | |
| It never goes to sleep | |
| And I will catch the taxi driver | |
| Weeping like a wounded beast | |
| Then I wake up in your room | |
| To share one piece of your life | |
| When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all | |
| Without your whispers and moans | |
| ' Cos here you come to carry me home | |
| Here you come to carry me home | |
| Love that sound | |
| Time erase | |
| Tension wheels | |
| Cool heels | |
| Won' t ya come on open the bid ' fore too long | |
| Then I wake up in your room | |
| To share one piece of your life | |
| I' d give anything to be a fly upon the wall | |
| And hear your whispers and moans | |
| I' d like to hear your whispers and moans | |
| Here you come to carry me | |
| We are the mirrors | |
| Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion | |
| Cleansed in a moment of recognition | |
| You gave your life for it | |
| Worth it' s weight in gold | |
| And growing empires and art collectors | |
| And Alans sound investments | |
| Will one day be forgotten | |
| One day be forgotten, yeah |
| zuò cí : Neil Finn | |
| Dull, dull grey | |
| The colour of our times | |
| Cool, cool space | |
| That I still hope to find | |
| Far beyond the veil | |
| The sound of whispers and moans | |
| Slow, time bomb | |
| The clamour of the street | |
| I hear this town | |
| It never goes to sleep | |
| And I will catch the taxi driver | |
| Weeping like a wounded beast | |
| Then I wake up in your room | |
| To share one piece of your life | |
| When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all | |
| Without your whispers and moans | |
| ' Cos here you come to carry me home | |
| Here you come to carry me home | |
| Love that sound | |
| Time erase | |
| Tension wheels | |
| Cool heels | |
| Won' t ya come on open the bid ' fore too long | |
| Then I wake up in your room | |
| To share one piece of your life | |
| I' d give anything to be a fly upon the wall | |
| And hear your whispers and moans | |
| I' d like to hear your whispers and moans | |
| Here you come to carry me | |
| We are the mirrors | |
| Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion | |
| Cleansed in a moment of recognition | |
| You gave your life for it | |
| Worth it' s weight in gold | |
| And growing empires and art collectors | |
| And Alans sound investments | |
| Will one day be forgotten | |
| One day be forgotten, yeah |