| Song | That's My Life In Your Hands |
| Artist | Steve Harley |
| Album | More Than Somewhat - The Very Best Of |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harley, Nicholson | |
| With the sky caving in and the world falling out | |
| Hope seems a stranger, shackled in doubt | |
| I feel I'm entitled - in no way obliged- | |
| To save you from drowning | |
| In the sea in my eyes | |
| That's my life in your hands | |
| So that's no way to talk | |
| That's my life in your hands | |
| Built on solid rock, not grains of sand | |
| Step into the light with your violins | |
| I'll keep reaching out, 'till one of us wins | |
| We're almost in danger - admit it, it's plain- | |
| Of sleeping in sorrow, woking in pain | |
| Chorus | |
| When all hope has gone and you've no sense of | |
| Loss | |
| Flooding your heart - no way across | |
| I fell i'm entitled - in no way obliged | |
| To save you from drowning | |
| In the sea in my eyes | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Harley, Nicholson | |
| With the sky caving in and the world falling out | |
| Hope seems a stranger, shackled in doubt | |
| I feel I' m entitled in no way obliged | |
| To save you from drowning | |
| In the sea in my eyes | |
| That' s my life in your hands | |
| So that' s no way to talk | |
| That' s my life in your hands | |
| Built on solid rock, not grains of sand | |
| Step into the light with your violins | |
| I' ll keep reaching out, ' till one of us wins | |
| We' re almost in danger admit it, it' s plain | |
| Of sleeping in sorrow, woking in pain | |
| Chorus | |
| When all hope has gone and you' ve no sense of | |
| Loss | |
| Flooding your heart no way across | |
| I fell i' m entitled in no way obliged | |
| To save you from drowning | |
| In the sea in my eyes | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Harley, Nicholson | |
| With the sky caving in and the world falling out | |
| Hope seems a stranger, shackled in doubt | |
| I feel I' m entitled in no way obliged | |
| To save you from drowning | |
| In the sea in my eyes | |
| That' s my life in your hands | |
| So that' s no way to talk | |
| That' s my life in your hands | |
| Built on solid rock, not grains of sand | |
| Step into the light with your violins | |
| I' ll keep reaching out, ' till one of us wins | |
| We' re almost in danger admit it, it' s plain | |
| Of sleeping in sorrow, woking in pain | |
| Chorus | |
| When all hope has gone and you' ve no sense of | |
| Loss | |
| Flooding your heart no way across | |
| I fell i' m entitled in no way obliged | |
| To save you from drowning | |
| In the sea in my eyes | |
| Chorus |