歌曲 | Peace Repackaged |
歌手 | Lionrock |
专辑 | An Instinct For Detection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MC Buzz B., Robertson | |
The bottles are all empty, the potion?s gone | |
Powers promised like the dawn, it just won't carry on | |
I leave the empties on the doorstep, to be filled by time | |
Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine? | |
I left a note and signed with haste | |
Give me a packet of peace to taste | |
And if you're willing, an extra crate | |
Of any power to combat hate | |
'Cause though I heard that hate brings pain | |
And I need love to take the strain | |
A parcel of extra blessing | |
To keep my days from guessing | |
Oh teach me | |
The words won't turn the way I ask them | |
Oh reach me | |
Show faces true before I pass them | |
And all the world is out of key | |
And it shrinks inside me | |
So many faces to be friends | |
When all the madness ends | |
I'll leave my mind beneath the mat | |
So you can let yourself in | |
If you can stand the mess then stay | |
But I'm not entertaining | |
I feel the richness of our days | |
Are like smoke to hold | |
I'd make a paper heart to love you | |
If I knew where to fold | |
But I must sit and just keep trying | |
Until I see the shape I seek | |
Because I must learn to sculpt the strength | |
For everyday that I'm weak | |
Oh teach me | |
The storms won't turn the way we aim them | |
Oh reach me | |
The dreams grow wild before we tame them |
zuo ci : MC Buzz B., Robertson | |
The bottles are all empty, the potion? s gone | |
Powers promised like the dawn, it just won' t carry on | |
I leave the empties on the doorstep, to be filled by time | |
Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine? | |
I left a note and signed with haste | |
Give me a packet of peace to taste | |
And if you' re willing, an extra crate | |
Of any power to combat hate | |
' Cause though I heard that hate brings pain | |
And I need love to take the strain | |
A parcel of extra blessing | |
To keep my days from guessing | |
Oh teach me | |
The words won' t turn the way I ask them | |
Oh reach me | |
Show faces true before I pass them | |
And all the world is out of key | |
And it shrinks inside me | |
So many faces to be friends | |
When all the madness ends | |
I' ll leave my mind beneath the mat | |
So you can let yourself in | |
If you can stand the mess then stay | |
But I' m not entertaining | |
I feel the richness of our days | |
Are like smoke to hold | |
I' d make a paper heart to love you | |
If I knew where to fold | |
But I must sit and just keep trying | |
Until I see the shape I seek | |
Because I must learn to sculpt the strength | |
For everyday that I' m weak | |
Oh teach me | |
The storms won' t turn the way we aim them | |
Oh reach me | |
The dreams grow wild before we tame them |
zuò cí : MC Buzz B., Robertson | |
The bottles are all empty, the potion? s gone | |
Powers promised like the dawn, it just won' t carry on | |
I leave the empties on the doorstep, to be filled by time | |
Is he a wizard or a teacher? Is she a friend of mine? | |
I left a note and signed with haste | |
Give me a packet of peace to taste | |
And if you' re willing, an extra crate | |
Of any power to combat hate | |
' Cause though I heard that hate brings pain | |
And I need love to take the strain | |
A parcel of extra blessing | |
To keep my days from guessing | |
Oh teach me | |
The words won' t turn the way I ask them | |
Oh reach me | |
Show faces true before I pass them | |
And all the world is out of key | |
And it shrinks inside me | |
So many faces to be friends | |
When all the madness ends | |
I' ll leave my mind beneath the mat | |
So you can let yourself in | |
If you can stand the mess then stay | |
But I' m not entertaining | |
I feel the richness of our days | |
Are like smoke to hold | |
I' d make a paper heart to love you | |
If I knew where to fold | |
But I must sit and just keep trying | |
Until I see the shape I seek | |
Because I must learn to sculpt the strength | |
For everyday that I' m weak | |
Oh teach me | |
The storms won' t turn the way we aim them | |
Oh reach me | |
The dreams grow wild before we tame them |