歌曲 | The Nazca Lines |
歌手 | Mind's Eye |
专辑 | Walking on H20 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Flores | |
Heaven, pushing me under the clouds | |
Crossing the ocean to gain sense, learn more | |
Riddles rhyme, just like the time, it's late | |
Tick, tack two minutes until we dive | |
Into this legend we can't tie us to | |
People rise, hail this grand design | |
Must admire, pure perfection | |
Count to ten then all the world will smile to your face | |
Los Andes Mountains offer a clue | |
Did the mighty Indians knowledge vanish in the past? | |
Enter the white savior's rules | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here | |
I fear the world is out of place | |
A souvenir? A helping hand? You decide | |
Watching the Nazca lines through a lens | |
We humans don't know how to place | |
Enough to dream? Enough to drown? You decide | |
Ground signs, can't help to wonder how we | |
Lost all this knowledge, why did we leave this? | |
Ancient skies mirror what we can't find | |
This is unexplainable (Must admire, pure perfection) | |
Even for science today (Count to ten and All the world will smile to your face) | |
They don't know what they see | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here... | |
Mathematics, Astronomy, burn the proof | |
No matter how much I watch this, I don't see the trace of man | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here... |
zuo qu : Flores | |
Heaven, pushing me under the clouds | |
Crossing the ocean to gain sense, learn more | |
Riddles rhyme, just like the time, it' s late | |
Tick, tack two minutes until we dive | |
Into this legend we can' t tie us to | |
People rise, hail this grand design | |
Must admire, pure perfection | |
Count to ten then all the world will smile to your face | |
Los Andes Mountains offer a clue | |
Did the mighty Indians knowledge vanish in the past? | |
Enter the white savior' s rules | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here | |
I fear the world is out of place | |
A souvenir? A helping hand? You decide | |
Watching the Nazca lines through a lens | |
We humans don' t know how to place | |
Enough to dream? Enough to drown? You decide | |
Ground signs, can' t help to wonder how we | |
Lost all this knowledge, why did we leave this? | |
Ancient skies mirror what we can' t find | |
This is unexplainable Must admire, pure perfection | |
Even for science today Count to ten and All the world will smile to your face | |
They don' t know what they see | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here... | |
Mathematics, Astronomy, burn the proof | |
No matter how much I watch this, I don' t see the trace of man | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here... |
zuò qǔ : Flores | |
Heaven, pushing me under the clouds | |
Crossing the ocean to gain sense, learn more | |
Riddles rhyme, just like the time, it' s late | |
Tick, tack two minutes until we dive | |
Into this legend we can' t tie us to | |
People rise, hail this grand design | |
Must admire, pure perfection | |
Count to ten then all the world will smile to your face | |
Los Andes Mountains offer a clue | |
Did the mighty Indians knowledge vanish in the past? | |
Enter the white savior' s rules | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here | |
I fear the world is out of place | |
A souvenir? A helping hand? You decide | |
Watching the Nazca lines through a lens | |
We humans don' t know how to place | |
Enough to dream? Enough to drown? You decide | |
Ground signs, can' t help to wonder how we | |
Lost all this knowledge, why did we leave this? | |
Ancient skies mirror what we can' t find | |
This is unexplainable Must admire, pure perfection | |
Even for science today Count to ten and All the world will smile to your face | |
They don' t know what they see | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here... | |
Mathematics, Astronomy, burn the proof | |
No matter how much I watch this, I don' t see the trace of man | |
Succumb to the fools | |
Watching the Nazca lines from up here... |