David Gilmour《Gilmour on an island》歌词

Islands - Sara BareillesLRC by Mr.Lei ***Waiting for the bus stopWaiting for the concrete black top to settle downLong enough for me to get off and get a little groundI’m ready for the sea changeHelpless felt this coming from a mile awayAnd now you’re looking at me babe,and how we’ll separate if we canCause I still count on one handthe number of good men I knowIt’s like I’m standing on the edgewith just a telephone wireTrying to get to you first to say the world’s on fireHolding my breath until I knowyou’re alright because the water will only riseWhen will you realizeYou must become an islandYou must become an islandYou must become an islandAnd see for yourself that that’s what I amYou always dirty up the windowsIf you keep ‘em at baythat way no one’s gonna surpriseyou by getting too closeAnybody but me though