歌曲 | Silent Screamer |
歌手 | 陈慧琳 |
专辑 | Grace(日本版) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Insomnia, I welcome thee | |
能把pop推嚮無底的深淵的力量 | |
rock'n'roll | |
In the nights I see the world bleed | |
In my dreams I have to hide | |
I cannot close the door to this mystique place | |
My eyes blinded by the misery | |
Never I felt so much fear | |
It seems that I'm already in hell | |
Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
Insomnia is the key to my life | |
I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
Which separates conscience from sleep | |
In my back the knife is getting near | |
This could be my last breath | |
But somewhere I must find the door to morning | |
This time, if my senses are awake | |
I may pass the tin line into safety | |
But tomorrow it starts again | |
Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
Insomnia is the key to my life | |
I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
Which separates conscience from sleep |
Insomnia, I welcome thee | |
neng ba pop tui xiang wu di de shen yuan de li liang | |
rock' n' roll | |
In the nights I see the world bleed | |
In my dreams I have to hide | |
I cannot close the door to this mystique place | |
My eyes blinded by the misery | |
Never I felt so much fear | |
It seems that I' m already in hell | |
Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
Insomnia is the key to my life | |
I don' t want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
Which separates conscience from sleep | |
In my back the knife is getting near | |
This could be my last breath | |
But somewhere I must find the door to morning | |
This time, if my senses are awake | |
I may pass the tin line into safety | |
But tomorrow it starts again | |
Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
Insomnia is the key to my life | |
I don' t want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
Which separates conscience from sleep |
Insomnia, I welcome thee | |
néng bǎ pop tuī xiàng wú dǐ de shēn yuān de lì liàng | |
rock' n' roll | |
In the nights I see the world bleed | |
In my dreams I have to hide | |
I cannot close the door to this mystique place | |
My eyes blinded by the misery | |
Never I felt so much fear | |
It seems that I' m already in hell | |
Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
Insomnia is the key to my life | |
I don' t want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
Which separates conscience from sleep | |
In my back the knife is getting near | |
This could be my last breath | |
But somewhere I must find the door to morning | |
This time, if my senses are awake | |
I may pass the tin line into safety | |
But tomorrow it starts again | |
Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard | |
Insomnia is the key to my life | |
I don' t want to see the world behind this thin curtain | |
Which separates conscience from sleep |