| Song | 15 Days |
| Artist | John Squire |
| Album | Time Changes Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Squire | |
| They wound on through the hills for 15 days | |
| Suffering every fool that crossed their paths | |
| On their way | |
| I don't think they were looking | |
| For diamonds, silver or gold | |
| They were aiming for the Pistols and the Byrds | |
| That flew above them in the heavy metal sky | |
| They come down from the north | |
| In their waterproof clothes | |
| Nothing in their pockets but faith | |
| That in the not too distant future | |
| They'd be walking tall | |
| You say it's alright now | |
| But the weatherman says snow, hail and rain | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It's the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Now come sun down start of week three | |
| They'd reached the outskirts of town | |
| They didn't need anybody to tell them | |
| What was going down | |
| No clowns | |
| And bringing up the rear, fat fingers in the till | |
| The country boy with thirty-three-point-three | |
| Recurring nightmares | |
| He's no partner in crime | |
| You say it's all right now | |
| But the sergeant thinks the situation stinks | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It's the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Looking down into the valley, the city below | |
| Slept between the stars and the waxing moon | |
| That hung above them | |
| Beneath the wide arm of the sky | |
| They didn't have what it took to be shallow, | |
| Repetitive careerist fools | |
| Couldn't re-package the brand and profiteer | |
| Just grit their teeth | |
| And remain sincere | |
| You say it's alright now | |
| But the Chaplain says ready the grave | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It's the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Yeah, just like a rose | |
| Keep us faithful until death | |
| Calm in danger | |
| Patient in suffering Merciful and brave | |
| True to our king our colours and country | |
| And if it be thy will enable us to win | |
| Enable us to win |
| zuo qu : Squire | |
| They wound on through the hills for 15 days | |
| Suffering every fool that crossed their paths | |
| On their way | |
| I don' t think they were looking | |
| For diamonds, silver or gold | |
| They were aiming for the Pistols and the Byrds | |
| That flew above them in the heavy metal sky | |
| They come down from the north | |
| In their waterproof clothes | |
| Nothing in their pockets but faith | |
| That in the not too distant future | |
| They' d be walking tall | |
| You say it' s alright now | |
| But the weatherman says snow, hail and rain | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It' s the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Now come sun down start of week three | |
| They' d reached the outskirts of town | |
| They didn' t need anybody to tell them | |
| What was going down | |
| No clowns | |
| And bringing up the rear, fat fingers in the till | |
| The country boy with thirtythreepointthree | |
| Recurring nightmares | |
| He' s no partner in crime | |
| You say it' s all right now | |
| But the sergeant thinks the situation stinks | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It' s the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Looking down into the valley, the city below | |
| Slept between the stars and the waxing moon | |
| That hung above them | |
| Beneath the wide arm of the sky | |
| They didn' t have what it took to be shallow, | |
| Repetitive careerist fools | |
| Couldn' t repackage the brand and profiteer | |
| Just grit their teeth | |
| And remain sincere | |
| You say it' s alright now | |
| But the Chaplain says ready the grave | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It' s the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Yeah, just like a rose | |
| Keep us faithful until death | |
| Calm in danger | |
| Patient in suffering Merciful and brave | |
| True to our king our colours and country | |
| And if it be thy will enable us to win | |
| Enable us to win |
| zuò qǔ : Squire | |
| They wound on through the hills for 15 days | |
| Suffering every fool that crossed their paths | |
| On their way | |
| I don' t think they were looking | |
| For diamonds, silver or gold | |
| They were aiming for the Pistols and the Byrds | |
| That flew above them in the heavy metal sky | |
| They come down from the north | |
| In their waterproof clothes | |
| Nothing in their pockets but faith | |
| That in the not too distant future | |
| They' d be walking tall | |
| You say it' s alright now | |
| But the weatherman says snow, hail and rain | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It' s the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Now come sun down start of week three | |
| They' d reached the outskirts of town | |
| They didn' t need anybody to tell them | |
| What was going down | |
| No clowns | |
| And bringing up the rear, fat fingers in the till | |
| The country boy with thirtythreepointthree | |
| Recurring nightmares | |
| He' s no partner in crime | |
| You say it' s all right now | |
| But the sergeant thinks the situation stinks | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It' s the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Looking down into the valley, the city below | |
| Slept between the stars and the waxing moon | |
| That hung above them | |
| Beneath the wide arm of the sky | |
| They didn' t have what it took to be shallow, | |
| Repetitive careerist fools | |
| Couldn' t repackage the brand and profiteer | |
| Just grit their teeth | |
| And remain sincere | |
| You say it' s alright now | |
| But the Chaplain says ready the grave | |
| That crown of thorns suits you, son | |
| When can we all get another one | |
| It' s the least the gods can do | |
| To help us all see this winter through | |
| Just like a rose should | |
| Yeah, just like a rose | |
| Keep us faithful until death | |
| Calm in danger | |
| Patient in suffering Merciful and brave | |
| True to our king our colours and country | |
| And if it be thy will enable us to win | |
| Enable us to win |