[00:00.000] 作词 : Knopfler
[00:00.315] 作曲 : Knopfler
[00:00.630]There's gotta be a record of you some place
[00:04.960]You gotta be on somebody's books
[00:09.250]The lowdown, a picture of your face
[00:14.330]Your injured looks
[00:18.010]The sacred and profane
[00:21.940]The pleasure and the pain
[00:24.890]Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
[00:31.560]And it's your face I'm looking for
[00:37.230]On every street
[00:53.460]A ladykiller, regulation tattoo
[00:58.240]Silver spurs on his heels
[01:01.480]Says what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
[01:07.050]She threw herself under my wheels
[01:11.150]Oh it's a dangerous road
[01:15.240]And a hazardous load
[01:18.290]And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat
[01:25.010]And it's your face I'm looking for
[01:30.890]On every street
[01:56.380]A three-chord symphony crashes into space
[02:01.360]The moon is hanging upside down
[02:05.590]I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
[02:10.770]It's a ravenous town
[02:14.450]And you still refuse to be traced
[02:18.390]Seems to me such a waste
[02:22.430]And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
[02:28.660]And it's your face I'm looking for
[02:34.480]On every street
[02:38.860]And it's your face I'm looking for
[02:44.330]On every street

作词 : Knopfler
作曲 : Knopfler
There's gotta be a record of you some place
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown, a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face I'm looking for
On every street
A ladykiller, regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh it's a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat
And it's your face I'm looking for
On every street
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
It's a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
And it's your face I'm looking for
On every street
And it's your face I'm looking for
On every street