| Song | Flavour of Night |
| Artist | Robyn Hitchcock |
| Album | I Often Dream of Trains [Rhino] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hitchcock | |
| Long slender shadows pulsating in windows | |
| While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light | |
| A different disease in another translation | |
| Though you don't understand a familiar sensation | |
| But who needs to talk when you're caught in the flavour of night | |
| And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
| You, yeah you, are my friend | |
| All that you want could be happening for you | |
| Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight | |
| Eyes you don't trust the fingers have beckoned | |
| How long you got left--well, how long do you reckon | |
| But who goes to waste when they're tasting the flavour of night | |
| And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
| You, yeah you, are my friend |
| zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
| Long slender shadows pulsating in windows | |
| While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light | |
| A different disease in another translation | |
| Though you don' t understand a familiar sensation | |
| But who needs to talk when you' re caught in the flavour of night | |
| And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
| You, yeah you, are my friend | |
| All that you want could be happening for you | |
| Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight | |
| Eyes you don' t trust the fingers have beckoned | |
| How long you got leftwell, how long do you reckon | |
| But who goes to waste when they' re tasting the flavour of night | |
| And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
| You, yeah you, are my friend |
| zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
| Long slender shadows pulsating in windows | |
| While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light | |
| A different disease in another translation | |
| Though you don' t understand a familiar sensation | |
| But who needs to talk when you' re caught in the flavour of night | |
| And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
| You, yeah you, are my friend | |
| All that you want could be happening for you | |
| Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight | |
| Eyes you don' t trust the fingers have beckoned | |
| How long you got leftwell, how long do you reckon | |
| But who goes to waste when they' re tasting the flavour of night | |
| And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands | |
| You, yeah you, are my friend |