歌曲 | A House on a Lake |
歌手 | Lucie Blue Tremblay |
专辑 | Because of You |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Tremblay | |
Some say love, it is a river, | |
That drowns, the tender reed. | |
Some say love, it is a razor, | |
that leaves, your soul to bleed. | |
Some say love, it is a hunger, | |
An endless aching need. | |
I say love, it is a flower, | |
And you it's only seed. | |
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, | |
That never, learns to dance. | |
It's the dream, afraid of waking, | |
That never, takes the chance. | |
It's the one, who won't be taken, | |
Who cannot, seem to give. | |
And the soul, afraid of dying, | |
That never, learns to live. | |
When the night, has been too lonely, | |
And the road, has been too long. | |
And you feel, that love is only, | |
for the lucky, and the strong. | |
Just remember, in the winter, | |
Far beneath, the bitter snow, | |
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love, | |
In the spring, becomes a rose... |
zuo qu : Tremblay | |
Some say love, it is a river, | |
That drowns, the tender reed. | |
Some say love, it is a razor, | |
that leaves, your soul to bleed. | |
Some say love, it is a hunger, | |
An endless aching need. | |
I say love, it is a flower, | |
And you it' s only seed. | |
It' s the heart, afraid of breaking, | |
That never, learns to dance. | |
It' s the dream, afraid of waking, | |
That never, takes the chance. | |
It' s the one, who won' t be taken, | |
Who cannot, seem to give. | |
And the soul, afraid of dying, | |
That never, learns to live. | |
When the night, has been too lonely, | |
And the road, has been too long. | |
And you feel, that love is only, | |
for the lucky, and the strong. | |
Just remember, in the winter, | |
Far beneath, the bitter snow, | |
Lies a seed, that with the sun' s love, | |
In the spring, becomes a rose... |
zuò qǔ : Tremblay | |
Some say love, it is a river, | |
That drowns, the tender reed. | |
Some say love, it is a razor, | |
that leaves, your soul to bleed. | |
Some say love, it is a hunger, | |
An endless aching need. | |
I say love, it is a flower, | |
And you it' s only seed. | |
It' s the heart, afraid of breaking, | |
That never, learns to dance. | |
It' s the dream, afraid of waking, | |
That never, takes the chance. | |
It' s the one, who won' t be taken, | |
Who cannot, seem to give. | |
And the soul, afraid of dying, | |
That never, learns to live. | |
When the night, has been too lonely, | |
And the road, has been too long. | |
And you feel, that love is only, | |
for the lucky, and the strong. | |
Just remember, in the winter, | |
Far beneath, the bitter snow, | |
Lies a seed, that with the sun' s love, | |
In the spring, becomes a rose... |