Song | Beacon Street |
Artist | Al Stewart |
Album | A Beach Full Of Shells |
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作词 : Stewart | |
When your little world has fallen apart | |
You'll be living on Beacon Street | |
In a flat above a laundry | |
It's warm and forgiving on Beacon Street | |
Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves | |
Piles of CDs that are eager to please | |
Still asserting themselves | |
There's something in the morning light | |
That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street | |
Then a bar or two of classical music | |
Will waft through the air | |
Newspaper adverts will usher the future your way | |
Indian teas and then take-out Chinese | |
At the end of the day | |
Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon | |
You've got a fridge full of food | |
You won't need to go anywhere soon | |
When it's time to start again | |
They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street | |
Everybody needs a moment or two | |
Now and then on their own |
zuo ci : Stewart | |
When your little world has fallen apart | |
You' ll be living on Beacon Street | |
In a flat above a laundry | |
It' s warm and forgiving on Beacon Street | |
Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves | |
Piles of CDs that are eager to please | |
Still asserting themselves | |
There' s something in the morning light | |
That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street | |
Then a bar or two of classical music | |
Will waft through the air | |
Newspaper adverts will usher the future your way | |
Indian teas and then takeout Chinese | |
At the end of the day | |
Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon | |
You' ve got a fridge full of food | |
You won' t need to go anywhere soon | |
When it' s time to start again | |
They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street | |
Everybody needs a moment or two | |
Now and then on their own |
zuò cí : Stewart | |
When your little world has fallen apart | |
You' ll be living on Beacon Street | |
In a flat above a laundry | |
It' s warm and forgiving on Beacon Street | |
Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves | |
Piles of CDs that are eager to please | |
Still asserting themselves | |
There' s something in the morning light | |
That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street | |
Then a bar or two of classical music | |
Will waft through the air | |
Newspaper adverts will usher the future your way | |
Indian teas and then takeout Chinese | |
At the end of the day | |
Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon | |
You' ve got a fridge full of food | |
You won' t need to go anywhere soon | |
When it' s time to start again | |
They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street | |
Everybody needs a moment or two | |
Now and then on their own |