歌曲 | Sheba's Song |
歌手 | Fruupp |
专辑 | Modern Masquerades |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Charles, Mason | |
On the first and final day. | |
The lovely Sheba hides away. | |
Tense and nervously she lies. | |
Snarling Lady is ready to spring. | |
And hidden in the leaves the natives wait. | |
They're ready at a sign to seal her fate. | |
The wit's game once again begins. | |
The last one running, is she that wins. | |
And Sheba's eyes fixed to the sky. | |
Crouching to the ground, biding the time. | |
The flowing river hides her scent, | |
But tonight's view won't be so fine. | |
The first and final day. | |
Ends in sunset's flaming haze. | |
Paints a stillness stillness all around. | |
The Lady must move quickly now. | |
Her lover leaps up through the trees. | |
And looking down aims carefully. | |
The painted dart that will end her run. | |
Flies through the air, the race is one. | |
And Sheba's eyes fixed to the skies. | |
Crouching to the ground, biding time. | |
The flowing river hides her scent. | |
But tonight's view won't be so fine. | |
But tonight's view won't be so fine. |
zuo qu : Charles, Mason | |
On the first and final day. | |
The lovely Sheba hides away. | |
Tense and nervously she lies. | |
Snarling Lady is ready to spring. | |
And hidden in the leaves the natives wait. | |
They' re ready at a sign to seal her fate. | |
The wit' s game once again begins. | |
The last one running, is she that wins. | |
And Sheba' s eyes fixed to the sky. | |
Crouching to the ground, biding the time. | |
The flowing river hides her scent, | |
But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. | |
The first and final day. | |
Ends in sunset' s flaming haze. | |
Paints a stillness stillness all around. | |
The Lady must move quickly now. | |
Her lover leaps up through the trees. | |
And looking down aims carefully. | |
The painted dart that will end her run. | |
Flies through the air, the race is one. | |
And Sheba' s eyes fixed to the skies. | |
Crouching to the ground, biding time. | |
The flowing river hides her scent. | |
But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. | |
But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. |
zuò qǔ : Charles, Mason | |
On the first and final day. | |
The lovely Sheba hides away. | |
Tense and nervously she lies. | |
Snarling Lady is ready to spring. | |
And hidden in the leaves the natives wait. | |
They' re ready at a sign to seal her fate. | |
The wit' s game once again begins. | |
The last one running, is she that wins. | |
And Sheba' s eyes fixed to the sky. | |
Crouching to the ground, biding the time. | |
The flowing river hides her scent, | |
But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. | |
The first and final day. | |
Ends in sunset' s flaming haze. | |
Paints a stillness stillness all around. | |
The Lady must move quickly now. | |
Her lover leaps up through the trees. | |
And looking down aims carefully. | |
The painted dart that will end her run. | |
Flies through the air, the race is one. | |
And Sheba' s eyes fixed to the skies. | |
Crouching to the ground, biding time. | |
The flowing river hides her scent. | |
But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. | |
But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. |