歌曲 | Lightly Noise |
歌手 | Halifax Pier |
专辑 | Put Your Gloves on and Wave |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Halifax Pier | |
Oh lighter noise | |
Smoke, still | |
The air is thick and heavy with longing | |
The rythmn in our steps | |
The thumping in our breasts | |
The vaulted ceilings amplify an echo | |
The movement isn't music | |
A tender fleeting sound | |
A fragile noise in an aurora of life | |
And we don't keep the beat | |
And barely step in time | |
And soon the organ grinder keeps us dancing | |
The rising city signs | |
They linger then they're gone | |
And no-one says a word any more | |
A murmur in the air | |
A secret voice at once | |
Will speak now, for everyone | |
For every chord we strike | |
For every note we sing | |
Rings hollow like a dying breath | |
Raise your voices high | |
From valleys to the mountains | |
Where every aching stone returns your sigh | |
At once | |
Sing a song | |
We'll sing along | |
Sing for a long, long time |
zuo qu : Halifax Pier | |
Oh lighter noise | |
Smoke, still | |
The air is thick and heavy with longing | |
The rythmn in our steps | |
The thumping in our breasts | |
The vaulted ceilings amplify an echo | |
The movement isn' t music | |
A tender fleeting sound | |
A fragile noise in an aurora of life | |
And we don' t keep the beat | |
And barely step in time | |
And soon the organ grinder keeps us dancing | |
The rising city signs | |
They linger then they' re gone | |
And noone says a word any more | |
A murmur in the air | |
A secret voice at once | |
Will speak now, for everyone | |
For every chord we strike | |
For every note we sing | |
Rings hollow like a dying breath | |
Raise your voices high | |
From valleys to the mountains | |
Where every aching stone returns your sigh | |
At once | |
Sing a song | |
We' ll sing along | |
Sing for a long, long time |
zuò qǔ : Halifax Pier | |
Oh lighter noise | |
Smoke, still | |
The air is thick and heavy with longing | |
The rythmn in our steps | |
The thumping in our breasts | |
The vaulted ceilings amplify an echo | |
The movement isn' t music | |
A tender fleeting sound | |
A fragile noise in an aurora of life | |
And we don' t keep the beat | |
And barely step in time | |
And soon the organ grinder keeps us dancing | |
The rising city signs | |
They linger then they' re gone | |
And noone says a word any more | |
A murmur in the air | |
A secret voice at once | |
Will speak now, for everyone | |
For every chord we strike | |
For every note we sing | |
Rings hollow like a dying breath | |
Raise your voices high | |
From valleys to the mountains | |
Where every aching stone returns your sigh | |
At once | |
Sing a song | |
We' ll sing along | |
Sing for a long, long time |