[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Brown/John Squire
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ian Brown/John Squire
[00:18.218]Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
[00:21.961]The last thing that your hands will feel
[00:26.112]Your final flight can't be delayed
[00:33.429]No earth just sky, it's so serene
[00:37.209]Your pink fat lips let go a scream
[00:40.964]You fry and melt, I love the scene
[00:47.091]Sometimes I fantasize
[00:54.702]When the streets are cold and lonely
[00:58.305]And the cars they burn below me
[01:01.894]Don't these times fill your eyes
[01:09.151]When the streets are cold and lonely
[01:12.763]And the cars, they burn below me
[01:16.620]Are you all alone?
[01:19.885]Is anybody home?
[01:21.811]
[01:35.941]I'm standing warm against the cold
[01:39.554]Now that the flames have taken hold
[01:43.464]At least you left your life in style
[01:50.656]And for as far as I can see
[01:54.168]Ten twisted grills grin back at me
[01:57.867]Bad money dies, I love the scene
[02:03.785]Sometimes I fantasize
[02:11.129]When the streets are cold and lonely
[02:14.638]And the cars, they burn below me
[02:18.250]Don't these times fill your eyes
[02:25.534]When the streets are cold and lonely
[02:29.144]And the cars, they burn below me
[02:32.672]Are you all alone?
[02:36.022]Is anybody home?
[02:38.559]
[03:18.952]Sometimes I fantasize
[03:25.970]When the streets are cold and lonely
[03:29.597]And the cars, they burn below me
[03:33.148]Don't these times fill your eyes
[03:40.147]When the streets are cold and lonely
[03:43.800]And the cars, they burn below me
[03:47.206]Are you all alone?
[03:50.831]Are you made of stone?

作词 : Ian Brown/John Squire
作曲 : Ian Brown/John Squire
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed
No earth just sky, it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt, I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Is anybody home?
I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for as far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies, I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Is anybody home?
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Are you made of stone?