歌曲 | Porcelain Wings |
歌手 | Miss May I |
专辑 | Apologies Are for the Weak |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Benton | |
Through, the eyes of weaken souls tears. | |
The drowned life acquires all his fear. | |
A hollowed body stands to represent thy. | |
Apologies release his life. | |
Douse away fears, | |
With all of the, | |
Divine strength. | |
Divine strength. | |
If a bruised bird can fly, | |
Then why must a modest burden | |
Shatter my wings. | |
Our word is true. | |
We live in every note we sing. | |
Our word is true. | |
These voice's will not fade away. | |
Our word is true. | |
True.My eyes are bloodshot. | |
They have seen the damned. | |
Bloodshot. | |
They have seen the damned. | |
Mountains block the sight of virtue, | |
Which shadows to all for they are blind. | |
They have never seen the sun, | |
They have never seen the sun, | |
Which shows all hope. | |
Sun.Which shows all hope. | |
Dynasty will reign over thee. |
zuo qu : Benton | |
Through, the eyes of weaken souls tears. | |
The drowned life acquires all his fear. | |
A hollowed body stands to represent thy. | |
Apologies release his life. | |
Douse away fears, | |
With all of the, | |
Divine strength. | |
Divine strength. | |
If a bruised bird can fly, | |
Then why must a modest burden | |
Shatter my wings. | |
Our word is true. | |
We live in every note we sing. | |
Our word is true. | |
These voice' s will not fade away. | |
Our word is true. | |
True. My eyes are bloodshot. | |
They have seen the damned. | |
Bloodshot. | |
They have seen the damned. | |
Mountains block the sight of virtue, | |
Which shadows to all for they are blind. | |
They have never seen the sun, | |
They have never seen the sun, | |
Which shows all hope. | |
Sun. Which shows all hope. | |
Dynasty will reign over thee. |
zuò qǔ : Benton | |
Through, the eyes of weaken souls tears. | |
The drowned life acquires all his fear. | |
A hollowed body stands to represent thy. | |
Apologies release his life. | |
Douse away fears, | |
With all of the, | |
Divine strength. | |
Divine strength. | |
If a bruised bird can fly, | |
Then why must a modest burden | |
Shatter my wings. | |
Our word is true. | |
We live in every note we sing. | |
Our word is true. | |
These voice' s will not fade away. | |
Our word is true. | |
True. My eyes are bloodshot. | |
They have seen the damned. | |
Bloodshot. | |
They have seen the damned. | |
Mountains block the sight of virtue, | |
Which shadows to all for they are blind. | |
They have never seen the sun, | |
They have never seen the sun, | |
Which shows all hope. | |
Sun. Which shows all hope. | |
Dynasty will reign over thee. |