Don't Let Me Die Still Wondering 歌词
| 歌曲 | Don't Let Me Die Still Wondering |
| 歌手 | Flogging Molly |
| 专辑 | Within a Mile of Home |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
| I walk these streets where my soleless feet | |
| Haunt the ground where it was I once tread | |
| On Grafton's Arcade pours the rich commerce rain | |
| Though the voices I no longer hear speak | |
| Heaven's to blame, so on that I'll abstain | |
| Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail | |
| But don't let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| From God's golden plate, begrudgers they eat | |
| Until their bellies burst, ignorance bliss | |
| Never they roam, a wanderless home | |
| Is as far as their sorry eye sees | |
| Give me a rusty old coat, well-trampled and soaked | |
| Until these ashes and blood mingle deep | |
| But don't let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| Though I've been that face before, slammed every open door | |
| Squandered once scattered beliefs | |
| So when the waves come crashing in, I'll swim as the ocean swims | |
| Out with the morning tide and back for my tea | |
| So I'll do as I please like the well-tempered breeze | |
| Blowing which way I see fit | |
| I'll gray with the clay, seven days 'till the day | |
| When they throw me on the potter's scrap heap | |
| But take my advice, you'll have to bury me twice | |
| 'Cause the first time I won't rest easily | |
| But don't let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| So don't let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| I want a race well-run, ahead of the gun | |
| With a dance before the far finish line | |
| So now life-long regrets, only well-feathered steps | |
| Until these shoes I can no longer shine | |
| But don't let me die still wandering | |
| For the love I left behind |
| zuo qu : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
| I walk these streets where my soleless feet | |
| Haunt the ground where it was I once tread | |
| On Grafton' s Arcade pours the rich commerce rain | |
| Though the voices I no longer hear speak | |
| Heaven' s to blame, so on that I' ll abstain | |
| Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail | |
| But don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| From God' s golden plate, begrudgers they eat | |
| Until their bellies burst, ignorance bliss | |
| Never they roam, a wanderless home | |
| Is as far as their sorry eye sees | |
| Give me a rusty old coat, welltrampled and soaked | |
| Until these ashes and blood mingle deep | |
| But don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| Though I' ve been that face before, slammed every open door | |
| Squandered once scattered beliefs | |
| So when the waves come crashing in, I' ll swim as the ocean swims | |
| Out with the morning tide and back for my tea | |
| So I' ll do as I please like the welltempered breeze | |
| Blowing which way I see fit | |
| I' ll gray with the clay, seven days ' till the day | |
| When they throw me on the potter' s scrap heap | |
| But take my advice, you' ll have to bury me twice | |
| ' Cause the first time I won' t rest easily | |
| But don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| So don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| I want a race wellrun, ahead of the gun | |
| With a dance before the far finish line | |
| So now lifelong regrets, only wellfeathered steps | |
| Until these shoes I can no longer shine | |
| But don' t let me die still wandering | |
| For the love I left behind |
| zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
| I walk these streets where my soleless feet | |
| Haunt the ground where it was I once tread | |
| On Grafton' s Arcade pours the rich commerce rain | |
| Though the voices I no longer hear speak | |
| Heaven' s to blame, so on that I' ll abstain | |
| Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail | |
| But don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| From God' s golden plate, begrudgers they eat | |
| Until their bellies burst, ignorance bliss | |
| Never they roam, a wanderless home | |
| Is as far as their sorry eye sees | |
| Give me a rusty old coat, welltrampled and soaked | |
| Until these ashes and blood mingle deep | |
| But don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| Though I' ve been that face before, slammed every open door | |
| Squandered once scattered beliefs | |
| So when the waves come crashing in, I' ll swim as the ocean swims | |
| Out with the morning tide and back for my tea | |
| So I' ll do as I please like the welltempered breeze | |
| Blowing which way I see fit | |
| I' ll gray with the clay, seven days ' till the day | |
| When they throw me on the potter' s scrap heap | |
| But take my advice, you' ll have to bury me twice | |
| ' Cause the first time I won' t rest easily | |
| But don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| So don' t let me die still wondering | |
| What it was I left behind | |
| I want a race wellrun, ahead of the gun | |
| With a dance before the far finish line | |
| So now lifelong regrets, only wellfeathered steps | |
| Until these shoes I can no longer shine | |
| But don' t let me die still wandering | |
| For the love I left behind |
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