Small Hours - Henry Jamison/Isabel Pless.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Henry Moses Jamison Root/Harris Paseltiner
[00:04.288]Morning motel swimming
[00:08.088]In the ozone and chlorine
[00:12.507]When I broke out from that moment
[00:16.855]I could not say what I'd just seen
[00:21.808]Both her bright blue eyes shining
[00:25.877]Under Albuquerque skies
[00:29.741]
[00:30.091]In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
[00:38.859]In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
[00:45.829]I hear her crying
[00:48.713]
[00:52.548]Driving to the theme park
[00:56.614]Sleepwalking on the air
[01:01.148]Her voice is in the moondark night
[01:05.465]And the sea salt's in her hair
[01:09.982]All night we're aligning
[01:13.868]And the stars all follow us
[01:17.617]
[01:18.300]In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
[01:27.226]In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
[01:34.106]I hear her crying
[01:36.921]
[01:42.567]In the small hours
[01:47.084]In the small hours
[01:51.252]In the small hours
[02:00.204]In the small hours
[02:04.503]
[02:24.907]All those seagulls screaming
[02:28.574]'Round the trawler out at sea
[02:32.975]As I seek those wayward souls
[02:37.376]Who are maybe seeking me
[02:42.375]All night out in droves
[02:46.194]In the ocean's inland sighs
[02:50.228]
[02:50.628]In the small hours, I hear them crying, yeah
[02:59.412]In the small hours, I hear them crying, yeah
[03:06.251]I hear them crying
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作曲 : Henry Moses Jamison Root/Harris Paseltiner
Morning motel swimming
In the ozone and chlorine
When I broke out from that moment
I could not say what I'd just seen
Both her bright blue eyes shining
Under Albuquerque skies
In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
I hear her crying
Driving to the theme park
Sleepwalking on the air
Her voice is in the moondark night
And the sea salt's in her hair
All night we're aligning
And the stars all follow us
In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
In the small hours, I hear her crying, yeah
I hear her crying
In the small hours
In the small hours
In the small hours
In the small hours
All those seagulls screaming
'Round the trawler out at sea
As I seek those wayward souls
Who are maybe seeking me
All night out in droves
In the ocean's inland sighs
In the small hours, I hear them crying, yeah
In the small hours, I hear them crying, yeah
I hear them crying