Sahara in an Hourglass 歌词
| 歌曲 | Sahara in an Hourglass |
| 歌手 | Mind's Eye |
| 专辑 | Walking on H20 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Flores | |
| Patience my heart | |
| Don't rush in | |
| Let this hunger forsake | |
| All that evil that waits courageous | |
| Her body is the temple | |
| I must enter | |
| As an armoured poet crawling under the wires left by her | |
| Say, you can hear them | |
| Black doves sing for you | |
| As the rhythm starts again | |
| Drums awake these tombs | |
| Resurrection for the dead | |
| A Creole distant gloom | |
| You can never own me | |
| Like you own the desert | |
| You can never burn me | |
| As if you were the sun | |
| You will never possess me like your own | |
| Sahara in an hourglass | |
| Reason with me (contradictions again) | |
| Humor me | |
| Frozen by words (No answer so cold) | |
| Howling winds (heading north) | |
| A creation supreme for the blind and the week, pyramid | |
| Say, you can hear them... | |
| You can never own me... | |
| What if redemption was an art for the damned | |
| The opposite reflection showing us our true sense | |
| You can never own me... (I can't carry this weight) | |
| You can never burn me... (It's too heavy for me, I've seen too much) | |
| Sahara, Sahara, Sahara... you dry my eyes | |
| In an hourglass |
| zuo qu : Flores | |
| Patience my heart | |
| Don' t rush in | |
| Let this hunger forsake | |
| All that evil that waits courageous | |
| Her body is the temple | |
| I must enter | |
| As an armoured poet crawling under the wires left by her | |
| Say, you can hear them | |
| Black doves sing for you | |
| As the rhythm starts again | |
| Drums awake these tombs | |
| Resurrection for the dead | |
| A Creole distant gloom | |
| You can never own me | |
| Like you own the desert | |
| You can never burn me | |
| As if you were the sun | |
| You will never possess me like your own | |
| Sahara in an hourglass | |
| Reason with me contradictions again | |
| Humor me | |
| Frozen by words No answer so cold | |
| Howling winds heading north | |
| A creation supreme for the blind and the week, pyramid | |
| Say, you can hear them... | |
| You can never own me... | |
| What if redemption was an art for the damned | |
| The opposite reflection showing us our true sense | |
| You can never own me... I can' t carry this weight | |
| You can never burn me... It' s too heavy for me, I' ve seen too much | |
| Sahara, Sahara, Sahara... you dry my eyes | |
| In an hourglass |
| zuò qǔ : Flores | |
| Patience my heart | |
| Don' t rush in | |
| Let this hunger forsake | |
| All that evil that waits courageous | |
| Her body is the temple | |
| I must enter | |
| As an armoured poet crawling under the wires left by her | |
| Say, you can hear them | |
| Black doves sing for you | |
| As the rhythm starts again | |
| Drums awake these tombs | |
| Resurrection for the dead | |
| A Creole distant gloom | |
| You can never own me | |
| Like you own the desert | |
| You can never burn me | |
| As if you were the sun | |
| You will never possess me like your own | |
| Sahara in an hourglass | |
| Reason with me contradictions again | |
| Humor me | |
| Frozen by words No answer so cold | |
| Howling winds heading north | |
| A creation supreme for the blind and the week, pyramid | |
| Say, you can hear them... | |
| You can never own me... | |
| What if redemption was an art for the damned | |
| The opposite reflection showing us our true sense | |
| You can never own me... I can' t carry this weight | |
| You can never burn me... It' s too heavy for me, I' ve seen too much | |
| Sahara, Sahara, Sahara... you dry my eyes | |
| In an hourglass |
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