歌曲 | Quattro (World Drifts In) |
歌手 | Calexico |
专辑 | Feast of Wire |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Burns, Convertino | |
love the run but not the race | |
all alone in a silent way | |
world drifts in and the world's a stranger | |
in a light, eclipsed and alienated | |
in a time, occupied and invaded | |
can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running | |
in the hills where the tall weed grows | |
hands are tied and won't let go | |
can't escape this place without leaving the world behind | |
in a light, ashamed and humiliated | |
in a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade | |
the soul is bent, feels the weight of truth | |
falling through | |
left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains | |
where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running | |
in a light, paralyzed and spirits fading | |
out of time, must decide to fall or run | |
into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen | |
make it right, or fall to the other side | |
where fields are burning | |
from the day you're born | |
you'll always hit the ground running |
zuo ci : Burns, Convertino | |
love the run but not the race | |
all alone in a silent way | |
world drifts in and the world' s a stranger | |
in a light, eclipsed and alienated | |
in a time, occupied and invaded | |
can' t tell what' s right, better hit the ground running | |
in the hills where the tall weed grows | |
hands are tied and won' t let go | |
can' t escape this place without leaving the world behind | |
in a light, ashamed and humiliated | |
in a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade | |
the soul is bent, feels the weight of truth | |
falling through | |
left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains | |
where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running | |
in a light, paralyzed and spirits fading | |
out of time, must decide to fall or run | |
into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen | |
make it right, or fall to the other side | |
where fields are burning | |
from the day you' re born | |
you' ll always hit the ground running |
zuò cí : Burns, Convertino | |
love the run but not the race | |
all alone in a silent way | |
world drifts in and the world' s a stranger | |
in a light, eclipsed and alienated | |
in a time, occupied and invaded | |
can' t tell what' s right, better hit the ground running | |
in the hills where the tall weed grows | |
hands are tied and won' t let go | |
can' t escape this place without leaving the world behind | |
in a light, ashamed and humiliated | |
in a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade | |
the soul is bent, feels the weight of truth | |
falling through | |
left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains | |
where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running | |
in a light, paralyzed and spirits fading | |
out of time, must decide to fall or run | |
into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen | |
make it right, or fall to the other side | |
where fields are burning | |
from the day you' re born | |
you' ll always hit the ground running |