作曲 : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
Here in front of what there is | |
There are not rows of really green grass | |
Up there, on the hill, what's going on? | |
It's her white and ancient house | |
Where is earth without life | |
Grey hair tell and explain | |
Because branches embracing us they howl | |
Forms of life | |
Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, | |
I know you are alive | |
Who, alive, here, inside | |
Tired man, creatures of the night | |
'cause crumbled walls are telling us | |
Dry land will be, its corner where it works | |
I want to reach a loft where there is something | |
White man, it rains within | |
Water, here comes the winter | |
Because branches embracing us they howl | |
Forms of life | |
Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, | |
I know you are alive |
zuo qu : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
Here in front of what there is | |
There are not rows of really green grass | |
Up there, on the hill, what' s going on? | |
It' s her white and ancient house | |
Where is earth without life | |
Grey hair tell and explain | |
Because branches embracing us they howl | |
Forms of life | |
Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, | |
I know you are alive | |
Who, alive, here, inside | |
Tired man, creatures of the night | |
' cause crumbled walls are telling us | |
Dry land will be, its corner where it works | |
I want to reach a loft where there is something | |
White man, it rains within | |
Water, here comes the winter | |
Because branches embracing us they howl | |
Forms of life | |
Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, | |
I know you are alive |
zuò qǔ : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
Here in front of what there is | |
There are not rows of really green grass | |
Up there, on the hill, what' s going on? | |
It' s her white and ancient house | |
Where is earth without life | |
Grey hair tell and explain | |
Because branches embracing us they howl | |
Forms of life | |
Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, | |
I know you are alive | |
Who, alive, here, inside | |
Tired man, creatures of the night | |
' cause crumbled walls are telling us | |
Dry land will be, its corner where it works | |
I want to reach a loft where there is something | |
White man, it rains within | |
Water, here comes the winter | |
Because branches embracing us they howl | |
Forms of life | |
Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man, | |
I know you are alive |