Joshua James - Commodore
活在当下 制作
Commodore, commodore, commodore
well save yourself,
the cellars cold but dry.
Commodore, commodore, commodore
well grab your coat,
The wind"ll blow out your eyes.
Well this closet"s not cold
with the embers in my hair.
Even papa sleeps tonight.
Mama said the war will end
just as soon as it began.
But then why do we sit and hide?
Commodore oh why?
Commodore, commodore
hide those books,
your candles will keep you warm tonight.
Commodore, commodore, commodore
when they knock your place
drown the cellar light.
Well this closet"s not cold
with the embers in my hair.
Even papa sleeps tonight.
Mama said the war will end
just as soon as it began.
But then why do we sit and hide?
Commodore oh why?
It"s the blackest of the nights
