歌曲 | Handful of Rain |
歌手 | Savatage |
专辑 | Japan Live '94 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Oliva | |
The night is growing dark | |
From somewhere deep within | |
It shelters like an ark | |
That always takes you in | |
And the mind goes numb | |
Until it's feeling no pain | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain | |
Wash your women | |
In your whiskey | |
When your future's | |
In the past | |
And you're staring | |
Up at heaven | |
From the bottom | |
Of a glass | |
And you need some insulation | |
From the years you've had and lost | |
And you feel the perspiration | |
As you're adding up the cost | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
There's a land beyond the living | |
There's a land beyond the dead | |
If it's true that God's forgiving | |
Of the lives that we had led | |
In the distance there's a thunder | |
And the air is thick and warm | |
And the patrons watch with wonder | |
The approaching of the storm | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain | |
There's an old man in the corner | |
And he's smoking all the time | |
And the smoke is drifting upward and it's | |
Twisting in my | |
Twisting in my mind | |
My mind | |
The whiskey's getting deeper | |
And I use it like a moat | |
There's a blues man in the distance and he's | |
Lost inside his note | |
His note | |
His note | |
The night is growing dark | |
From somewhere deep within | |
It shelters like an ark | |
That always takes you in | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain |
zuo ci : Oliva | |
The night is growing dark | |
From somewhere deep within | |
It shelters like an ark | |
That always takes you in | |
And the mind goes numb | |
Until it' s feeling no pain | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain | |
Wash your women | |
In your whiskey | |
When your future' s | |
In the past | |
And you' re staring | |
Up at heaven | |
From the bottom | |
Of a glass | |
And you need some insulation | |
From the years you' ve had and lost | |
And you feel the perspiration | |
As you' re adding up the cost | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
There' s a land beyond the living | |
There' s a land beyond the dead | |
If it' s true that God' s forgiving | |
Of the lives that we had led | |
In the distance there' s a thunder | |
And the air is thick and warm | |
And the patrons watch with wonder | |
The approaching of the storm | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain | |
There' s an old man in the corner | |
And he' s smoking all the time | |
And the smoke is drifting upward and it' s | |
Twisting in my | |
Twisting in my mind | |
My mind | |
The whiskey' s getting deeper | |
And I use it like a moat | |
There' s a blues man in the distance and he' s | |
Lost inside his note | |
His note | |
His note | |
The night is growing dark | |
From somewhere deep within | |
It shelters like an ark | |
That always takes you in | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain |
zuò cí : Oliva | |
The night is growing dark | |
From somewhere deep within | |
It shelters like an ark | |
That always takes you in | |
And the mind goes numb | |
Until it' s feeling no pain | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain | |
Wash your women | |
In your whiskey | |
When your future' s | |
In the past | |
And you' re staring | |
Up at heaven | |
From the bottom | |
Of a glass | |
And you need some insulation | |
From the years you' ve had and lost | |
And you feel the perspiration | |
As you' re adding up the cost | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
There' s a land beyond the living | |
There' s a land beyond the dead | |
If it' s true that God' s forgiving | |
Of the lives that we had led | |
In the distance there' s a thunder | |
And the air is thick and warm | |
And the patrons watch with wonder | |
The approaching of the storm | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain | |
There' s an old man in the corner | |
And he' s smoking all the time | |
And the smoke is drifting upward and it' s | |
Twisting in my | |
Twisting in my mind | |
My mind | |
The whiskey' s getting deeper | |
And I use it like a moat | |
There' s a blues man in the distance and he' s | |
Lost inside his note | |
His note | |
His note | |
The night is growing dark | |
From somewhere deep within | |
It shelters like an ark | |
That always takes you in | |
And the night rolls on | |
Like a slow moving train | |
And the soul cries out | |
For a handful of rain |