| Song | White Room (live) |
| Artist | Eric Clapton |
| Album | 24 Nights [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Brown, Bruce |
| [00:01.27] | white room |
| [00:03.43] | |
| [00:05.49] | eric clapton |
| [00:07.49] | |
| [00:23.40] | in the white room with black curtains near the station. |
| [00:32.15] | blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. |
| [00:40.58] | silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. |
| [00:49.69] | dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. |
| [00:56.91] | |
| [00:58.87] | i'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; |
| [01:07.46] | wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [01:17.60] | |
| [01:19.63] | you said no strings could secure you at the station. |
| [01:28.60] | platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. |
| [01:37.28] | i walked into such a sad time at the station. |
| [01:46.02] | as i walked out, felt my own need just beginning. |
| [01:52.33] | |
| [01:54.95] | i'll wait in the queue when the trains come back; |
| [02:03.80] | lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [02:14.76] | |
| [02:37.69] | at the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. |
| [02:46.54] | consolation for the old wound now forgotten. |
| [02:55.23] | yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. |
| [03:04.12] | she's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. |
| [03:11.27] | |
| [03:13.35] | i'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; |
| [03:21.98] | lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [00:00.05] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Brown, Bruce |
| [00:01.27] | white room |
| [00:03.43] | |
| [00:05.49] | eric clapton |
| [00:07.49] | |
| [00:23.40] | in the white room with black curtains near the station. |
| [00:32.15] | blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. |
| [00:40.58] | silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. |
| [00:49.69] | dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. |
| [00:56.91] | |
| [00:58.87] | i' ll wait in this place where the sun never shines |
| [01:07.46] | wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [01:17.60] | |
| [01:19.63] | you said no strings could secure you at the station. |
| [01:28.60] | platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. |
| [01:37.28] | i walked into such a sad time at the station. |
| [01:46.02] | as i walked out, felt my own need just beginning. |
| [01:52.33] | |
| [01:54.95] | i' ll wait in the queue when the trains come back |
| [02:03.80] | lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [02:14.76] | |
| [02:37.69] | at the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. |
| [02:46.54] | consolation for the old wound now forgotten. |
| [02:55.23] | yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. |
| [03:04.12] | she' s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. |
| [03:11.27] | |
| [03:13.35] | i' ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd |
| [03:21.98] | lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [00:00.05] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Brown, Bruce |
| [00:01.27] | white room |
| [00:03.43] | |
| [00:05.49] | eric clapton |
| [00:07.49] | |
| [00:23.40] | in the white room with black curtains near the station. |
| [00:32.15] | blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. |
| [00:40.58] | silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. |
| [00:49.69] | dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. |
| [00:56.91] | |
| [00:58.87] | i' ll wait in this place where the sun never shines |
| [01:07.46] | wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [01:17.60] | |
| [01:19.63] | you said no strings could secure you at the station. |
| [01:28.60] | platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. |
| [01:37.28] | i walked into such a sad time at the station. |
| [01:46.02] | as i walked out, felt my own need just beginning. |
| [01:52.33] | |
| [01:54.95] | i' ll wait in the queue when the trains come back |
| [02:03.80] | lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [02:14.76] | |
| [02:37.69] | at the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. |
| [02:46.54] | consolation for the old wound now forgotten. |
| [02:55.23] | yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. |
| [03:04.12] | she' s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. |
| [03:11.27] | |
| [03:13.35] | i' ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd |
| [03:21.98] | lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
| [00:00.05] |