歌曲 | A Moment of Honor |
歌手 | Mind's Eye |
专辑 | A Work of Art |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Flores, Grünberger | |
Don't need to shout | |
I can hear you clear | |
Don't need to see | |
What was never there | |
And nothing will come unless they never end | |
These voices in my head | |
Walk into the light | |
Can't see your face | |
If you had the life I had | |
You'd never stand here | |
How far can we go without falling down the edge | |
What is there to expect? | |
Now my only hope | |
Is to cut off my tongue | |
These are my last words | |
Hear me now | |
Without destination | |
We don't have a thing | |
A moment of honor | |
For those who dared to climb that hill | |
Throw away your ball and chain | |
You can take my freedom | |
But you won't take my words away | |
Put out the lights | |
The words echo in my head | |
I will survive | |
Something tells me that | |
I may just give up and be free again | |
Free in a bigger cell | |
All the torture, all the pain | |
Can it stop now? | |
Can't take another day | |
And nothing I say means anything to them | |
All I can do is pray | |
Now my only hope... | |
Without destination... | |
All the torture all the pain | |
Without destination... |
zuo qu : Flores, Grü nberger | |
Don' t need to shout | |
I can hear you clear | |
Don' t need to see | |
What was never there | |
And nothing will come unless they never end | |
These voices in my head | |
Walk into the light | |
Can' t see your face | |
If you had the life I had | |
You' d never stand here | |
How far can we go without falling down the edge | |
What is there to expect? | |
Now my only hope | |
Is to cut off my tongue | |
These are my last words | |
Hear me now | |
Without destination | |
We don' t have a thing | |
A moment of honor | |
For those who dared to climb that hill | |
Throw away your ball and chain | |
You can take my freedom | |
But you won' t take my words away | |
Put out the lights | |
The words echo in my head | |
I will survive | |
Something tells me that | |
I may just give up and be free again | |
Free in a bigger cell | |
All the torture, all the pain | |
Can it stop now? | |
Can' t take another day | |
And nothing I say means anything to them | |
All I can do is pray | |
Now my only hope... | |
Without destination... | |
All the torture all the pain | |
Without destination... |
zuò qǔ : Flores, Grü nberger | |
Don' t need to shout | |
I can hear you clear | |
Don' t need to see | |
What was never there | |
And nothing will come unless they never end | |
These voices in my head | |
Walk into the light | |
Can' t see your face | |
If you had the life I had | |
You' d never stand here | |
How far can we go without falling down the edge | |
What is there to expect? | |
Now my only hope | |
Is to cut off my tongue | |
These are my last words | |
Hear me now | |
Without destination | |
We don' t have a thing | |
A moment of honor | |
For those who dared to climb that hill | |
Throw away your ball and chain | |
You can take my freedom | |
But you won' t take my words away | |
Put out the lights | |
The words echo in my head | |
I will survive | |
Something tells me that | |
I may just give up and be free again | |
Free in a bigger cell | |
All the torture, all the pain | |
Can it stop now? | |
Can' t take another day | |
And nothing I say means anything to them | |
All I can do is pray | |
Now my only hope... | |
Without destination... | |
All the torture all the pain | |
Without destination... |