作词 : Phair | |
My hopes are like embers | |
Lying around inside a fire bed | |
And your mind is a firewalker | |
It steps on them like they are dead but | |
I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy | |
Me, I'm like a wild flame | |
That catches on whatever's near but | |
Your mind is a firewalker | |
It sets its course and never veers but | |
I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy | |
Take offers from every side | |
And give my attentions about anywhere well | |
Do I recognize my actions? | |
I look like | |
I'm so unaware like | |
I don't care | |
But I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy |
zuo ci : Phair | |
My hopes are like embers | |
Lying around inside a fire bed | |
And your mind is a firewalker | |
It steps on them like they are dead but | |
I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy | |
Me, I' m like a wild flame | |
That catches on whatever' s near but | |
Your mind is a firewalker | |
It sets its course and never veers but | |
I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy | |
Take offers from every side | |
And give my attentions about anywhere well | |
Do I recognize my actions? | |
I look like | |
I' m so unaware like | |
I don' t care | |
But I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy |
zuò cí : Phair | |
My hopes are like embers | |
Lying around inside a fire bed | |
And your mind is a firewalker | |
It steps on them like they are dead but | |
I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy | |
Me, I' m like a wild flame | |
That catches on whatever' s near but | |
Your mind is a firewalker | |
It sets its course and never veers but | |
I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy | |
Take offers from every side | |
And give my attentions about anywhere well | |
Do I recognize my actions? | |
I look like | |
I' m so unaware like | |
I don' t care | |
But I, I can grow in spite of all you know | |
You might not recognize me tomorrow | |
Yes I can change in spite of all they say | |
Become something strange and beautiful | |
Like joy, like joy |