| Song | The Comfort Of Strangers |
| Artist | Julia Fordham |
| Album | Julia Fordham |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fordham | |
| I'm jam packed full of movie clips and other junk | |
| TV shows and videos and another whole bunch of stuff | |
| It's like a snippet of a song that no longer belongs | |
| And I'm looking to the comfort of strangers | |
| It's noisy and disjointed in this tangled mess | |
| I'm jarred and jangling on a raw and jagged edge | |
| It's like a picture that has faded the colours have all blurred | |
| And I'm drawn to the comfort of strangers. | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers | |
| I'm fit to burst with CD tracks and stereo | |
| Coupled with bad memories that just never seem to go | |
| And you'd have think that I'd learnt that I always get burned | |
| When I take refuge in the comfort of strangers | |
| Still I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers | |
| Oh lead me not into temptation | |
| To fight these feelings of frustration | |
| I want a stillness inside and a silence of mind | |
| And to stop dreaming of the comfort of strangers | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort, I want to taste the comfort | |
| Oh please give me the comfort of your arms | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| It's you, only you | |
| The stranger I've been dreaming of | |
| I close my eyes and I'm lying in your arms | |
| Your arms, with you, with you | |
| The stranger I've been dreaming of | |
| I close my eyes | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| The comfort of strangers |
| zuo qu : Fordham | |
| I' m jam packed full of movie clips and other junk | |
| TV shows and videos and another whole bunch of stuff | |
| It' s like a snippet of a song that no longer belongs | |
| And I' m looking to the comfort of strangers | |
| It' s noisy and disjointed in this tangled mess | |
| I' m jarred and jangling on a raw and jagged edge | |
| It' s like a picture that has faded the colours have all blurred | |
| And I' m drawn to the comfort of strangers. | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers | |
| I' m fit to burst with CD tracks and stereo | |
| Coupled with bad memories that just never seem to go | |
| And you' d have think that I' d learnt that I always get burned | |
| When I take refuge in the comfort of strangers | |
| Still I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers | |
| Oh lead me not into temptation | |
| To fight these feelings of frustration | |
| I want a stillness inside and a silence of mind | |
| And to stop dreaming of the comfort of strangers | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort, I want to taste the comfort | |
| Oh please give me the comfort of your arms | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| It' s you, only you | |
| The stranger I' ve been dreaming of | |
| I close my eyes and I' m lying in your arms | |
| Your arms, with you, with you | |
| The stranger I' ve been dreaming of | |
| I close my eyes | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| The comfort of strangers |
| zuò qǔ : Fordham | |
| I' m jam packed full of movie clips and other junk | |
| TV shows and videos and another whole bunch of stuff | |
| It' s like a snippet of a song that no longer belongs | |
| And I' m looking to the comfort of strangers | |
| It' s noisy and disjointed in this tangled mess | |
| I' m jarred and jangling on a raw and jagged edge | |
| It' s like a picture that has faded the colours have all blurred | |
| And I' m drawn to the comfort of strangers. | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers | |
| I' m fit to burst with CD tracks and stereo | |
| Coupled with bad memories that just never seem to go | |
| And you' d have think that I' d learnt that I always get burned | |
| When I take refuge in the comfort of strangers | |
| Still I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers | |
| Oh lead me not into temptation | |
| To fight these feelings of frustration | |
| I want a stillness inside and a silence of mind | |
| And to stop dreaming of the comfort of strangers | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| And I see myself lying in your arms | |
| When I close my eyes at night | |
| No complex conversation | |
| Ooh to taste the comfort, I want to taste the comfort | |
| Oh please give me the comfort of your arms | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| It' s you, only you | |
| The stranger I' ve been dreaming of | |
| I close my eyes and I' m lying in your arms | |
| Your arms, with you, with you | |
| The stranger I' ve been dreaming of | |
| I close my eyes | |
| The comfort of strangers | |
| The comfort of strangers |