[00:00.00] 作词 : Tamas Wells
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tamas Wells
[00:02.72]True Believers
[00:03.91]Tamas Wells
[00:06.24]
[00:21.67]Coloured lights and coloured heads were stretched around
[00:24.03]and stretched down to his knees
[00:30.45]his face was white ,his clothes wewe gold,his hands were down
[00:33.39]Of all the thing and all the lights
[00:41.71]And libraries we can't define
[00:44.04]and the same I can't be blamed
[00:46.87]for being in his true believers
[00:52.75]
[00:57.45]Crept around and crept inside
[00:59.32]and felt that we deserved an evening ride
[01:05.77]to wown but we just found that we just
[01:08.15]Though about the pagers left outside
[01:14.56]and all the things and all the lights
[01:16.80]and libraried we can't define
[01:18.97]all the same I can't be blamed
[01:21.28]for being in this true believers
[01:25.04]We counted heads alone
[01:29.48]And watched them every hour
[01:33.93]As they went by the Wednesday sign and round again
[01:42.65]
[01:50.27]Coloured lights and coloured heads were stretched around
[01:52.72]and stretched down to his knees
[01:59.06]his face was white ,his clothes wewe gold,his hands were down
[02:02.75]Of all the thing and all the lights
[02:10.03]And libraries we can't define
[02:12.07]and the same I can't be blamed
[02:14.35]for being in his true believers
[02:18.34]We counted beads alone
[02:22.50]And watched them every hour
[02:26.37]As they went by the Wednesday sign and round again
[02:36.91]

作词 : Tamas Wells
作曲 : Tamas Wells
True Believers
Tamas Wells
Coloured lights and coloured heads were stretched around
and stretched down to his knees
his face was white ,his clothes wewe gold,his hands were down
Of all the thing and all the lights
And libraries we can't define
and the same I can't be blamed
for being in his true believers
Crept around and crept inside
and felt that we deserved an evening ride
to wown but we just found that we just
Though about the pagers left outside
and all the things and all the lights
and libraried we can't define
all the same I can't be blamed
for being in this true believers
We counted heads alone
And watched them every hour
As they went by the Wednesday sign and round again
Coloured lights and coloured heads were stretched around
and stretched down to his knees
his face was white ,his clothes wewe gold,his hands were down
Of all the thing and all the lights
And libraries we can't define
and the same I can't be blamed
for being in his true believers
We counted beads alone
And watched them every hour
As they went by the Wednesday sign and round again