[00:00.00] 作词 : M. West/C. Lucas/L. Finch/L. Beckenham/S. Balthazar/Memon
[00:01.00] 作曲 : M. West/C. Lucas/L. Finch/L. Beckenham/S. Balthazar/Memon
[00:08.26]
[00:14.68]
[00:37.35]Look up, open the clouds
[00:44.13]Here comes the bombshell
[00:47.97]On the way home聟
[00:52.97]And now we want the coal
[00:59.68]We want the coal
[01:03.77]Confusing times
[01:24.50]Cry murder, cry what you like
[01:31.20]Just let the comets lead the way
[01:41.08]We'll tear it down
[01:45.01]We'll hold the truth by the neck
[01:56.74]Kick in the doors and burn the books
[02:04.41]Try to forget*2
[02:37.24]And wear it like flag
[02:43.85]Try to be patient
[02:47.81]On the way home
[02:52.67]Cause inside, behind every curtain
[02:59.42]They count the minutes, they count the days
[03:10.06]We'll tear it down
[03:13.77]We'll hold the truth by the neck
[03:25.16]Kick in the doors and burn the books
[03:32.99]Try to forget*2
[04:01.78]If you look at the horizon
[04:03.48]There is always something ducking out of sight
[04:09.24]When you're looking at the treetops
[04:11.08]And they're scratching out their patterns in the sky
[04:16.80]When you look at the horizon
[04:18.94]There is always something ducking out of sight
[04:24.60]When you're looking at the treetops
[04:26.85]And they're scratching out their patterns in the sky
[04:46.13]
[05:00.13]Look up, open the clouds
[05:06.98]Here comes the bombshell
[05:11.12]On the way home聟*3

作词 : M. West/C. Lucas/L. Finch/L. Beckenham/S. Balthazar/Memon
作曲 : M. West/C. Lucas/L. Finch/L. Beckenham/S. Balthazar/Memon

Look up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home聟
And now we want the coal
We want the coal
Confusing times
Cry murder, cry what you like
Just let the comets lead the way
We'll tear it down
We'll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forget*2
And wear it like flag
Try to be patient
On the way home
Cause inside, behind every curtain
They count the minutes, they count the days
We'll tear it down
We'll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forget*2
If you look at the horizon
There is always something ducking out of sight
When you're looking at the treetops
And they're scratching out their patterns in the sky
When you look at the horizon
There is always something ducking out of sight
When you're looking at the treetops
And they're scratching out their patterns in the sky
Look up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home聟*3