Lirik Lagu The Taxi Ride - Jane Siberry
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
it's clear to me nowI understanda jump of cardsin an idle man's handohhh...you're sleepingthis is the storyof your leaving
I can win you with reasonI can make you agreethe way that I love youit only makes sensethat you love mebut down through the sad facts I'm siftingyou did not think thiswithout help from me
I've called a taxiit's coming at dawnI said send the best oneit's a long, long, lonely rideto find the perfect lover for your loverand the morning light is breaking
I thought I heard someone screaming outsidebut it was just a bus pulling away
love is a strange thingit depends what one givesand sometimes to give meansgive someone awayohhh ... you're sleepingthe same sad pillowsaid you're leaving
I move with your breathingI breathe with your beautyyour sweet heavinessyour deep voice your soft neckI press my face...did you call me?...it's only the trees outside flailingit's only the sirens that are wailing
hurry up driveryou're going too slowcan't you go fasterit's a long, long, lonely rideto find the perfect loverfor your loverand the morning light is breaking
and then you realize you are aloneand your skin against the coldmetal of awareness you fall intoa deeper dreamless slumber anda stranger enters the room andis struck by the transparency ofyour cheeks and then your armsand hands and wonders at thewaxen figure and walks out againthe stranger walks out into thestreet watching cars pass andpeople cross and scenery changehe sees a palm frond thinks howugly - is surprised by the violenceof the thought looks again at itfeels nothing and walks on
a deep and dreamless slumberwhere only the slow pulsein the waxen temples keeps vigil
I can win you with reasonI can make you agreethe way that I love youit only makes sensethat you love mebut down through the sad facts I'm siftingyou did not think thiswithout help from me
I've called a taxiit's coming at dawnI said send the best oneit's a long, long, lonely rideto find the perfect lover for your loverand the morning light is breaking
I thought I heard someone screaming outsidebut it was just a bus pulling away
love is a strange thingit depends what one givesand sometimes to give meansgive someone awayohhh ... you're sleepingthe same sad pillowsaid you're leaving
I move with your breathingI breathe with your beautyyour sweet heavinessyour deep voice your soft neckI press my face...did you call me?...it's only the trees outside flailingit's only the sirens that are wailing
hurry up driveryou're going too slowcan't you go fasterit's a long, long, lonely rideto find the perfect loverfor your loverand the morning light is breaking
and then you realize you are aloneand your skin against the coldmetal of awareness you fall intoa deeper dreamless slumber anda stranger enters the room andis struck by the transparency ofyour cheeks and then your armsand hands and wonders at thewaxen figure and walks out againthe stranger walks out into thestreet watching cars pass andpeople cross and scenery changehe sees a palm frond thinks howugly - is surprised by the violenceof the thought looks again at itfeels nothing and walks on
a deep and dreamless slumberwhere only the slow pulsein the waxen temples keeps vigil
