| Song | Lines on My Face |
| Artist | Peter Frampton |
| Album | Live in Detroit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Peter Frampton | |
| Lines on my head from that one thing she said | |
| She spoke of strangers that don't sleep two a bed | |
| Kept on trying, buying time,not waiting on fate | |
| I somehow got the feeling that | |
| I opened my eyes too late | |
| I saw where you came from | |
| Called out your name | |
| But there's no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don't need that | |
| Lines on my face,while | |
| I laugh lest | |
| I cry Speed city dirt and gritty waving me goodbye | |
| So many people,my family of friends | |
| Trying so hard to make me smile until this heartache mends | |
| I saw where you came from called out your name but there's no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don't need that | |
| Ice in her eyes,frozen tears would never be a surprise | |
| You can't erase a dream you can only wake me up | |
| My mind is turning slower,never to accept defeat | |
| It don't matter where | |
| I live I still got a house to heat | |
| I saw where you came from called out your name but there's no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don't need that |
| zuo qu : Peter Frampton | |
| Lines on my head from that one thing she said | |
| She spoke of strangers that don' t sleep two a bed | |
| Kept on trying, buying time, not waiting on fate | |
| I somehow got the feeling that | |
| I opened my eyes too late | |
| I saw where you came from | |
| Called out your name | |
| But there' s no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don' t need that | |
| Lines on my face, while | |
| I laugh lest | |
| I cry Speed city dirt and gritty waving me goodbye | |
| So many people, my family of friends | |
| Trying so hard to make me smile until this heartache mends | |
| I saw where you came from called out your name but there' s no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don' t need that | |
| Ice in her eyes, frozen tears would never be a surprise | |
| You can' t erase a dream you can only wake me up | |
| My mind is turning slower, never to accept defeat | |
| It don' t matter where | |
| I live I still got a house to heat | |
| I saw where you came from called out your name but there' s no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don' t need that |
| zuò qǔ : Peter Frampton | |
| Lines on my head from that one thing she said | |
| She spoke of strangers that don' t sleep two a bed | |
| Kept on trying, buying time, not waiting on fate | |
| I somehow got the feeling that | |
| I opened my eyes too late | |
| I saw where you came from | |
| Called out your name | |
| But there' s no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don' t need that | |
| Lines on my face, while | |
| I laugh lest | |
| I cry Speed city dirt and gritty waving me goodbye | |
| So many people, my family of friends | |
| Trying so hard to make me smile until this heartache mends | |
| I saw where you came from called out your name but there' s no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don' t need that | |
| Ice in her eyes, frozen tears would never be a surprise | |
| You can' t erase a dream you can only wake me up | |
| My mind is turning slower, never to accept defeat | |
| It don' t matter where | |
| I live I still got a house to heat | |
| I saw where you came from called out your name but there' s no answer | |
| We lived on your doorstep | |
| I made you my wife but | |
| I don' t need that |