A Kind of Christmas Card

  • 專輯:Wild Seed
  • 發行:2007-02-20
  • 演唱:Morten Harket
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作詞:Harket Morten, Rem Havard

All you folks back home, I'll never tell you this
You're not supposed to know where your daughter is
There are ways of life you never understood
It's right here, downtown Hollywood
It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
I've got a stolen moment trying hard
To write a kind of Christmas card
But I am burning out again
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dear all the love you gave
I guess there's really nothing, nothing much to save
This place is as steady as I feel myself
There are still some riches at the Roosevelt
That evening prayer, those memories
In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
That's where I am at down in Los Angeles
And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the shame
Tonight there is fever in my veins
Just think of the girl I used to be
You were my age once, mama, twenty three
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From that summer of love in '68
Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
And I am burning out again


      • 專輯:Wild Seed
      • 發行:2007-02-20
      • 演唱:Morten Harket
      字型

      作詞:Harket Morten, Rem Havard

      All you folks back home, I'll never tell you this
      You're not supposed to know where your daughter is
      There are ways of life you never understood
      It's right here, downtown Hollywood
      It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
      I've got a stolen moment trying hard
      To write a kind of Christmas card
      But I am burning out again
      Tonight there is fever in my veins
      Mama, dear all the love you gave
      I guess there's really nothing, nothing much to save
      This place is as steady as I feel myself
      There are still some riches at the Roosevelt
      That evening prayer, those memories
      In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
      That's where I am at down in Los Angeles
      And I am burning out again
      And I must rise above the shame
      Tonight there is fever in my veins
      Just think of the girl I used to be
      You were my age once, mama, twenty three
      I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
      From that summer of love in '68
      Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
      And I am burning out again

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