作曲 : Barzin H. | |
Building a house | |
All the broken plans | |
That you are holding in your hands | |
You are so much older now | |
You are so much older now | |
Are you building a house to hold | |
a nowhere man | |
Are you building a house | |
With these broken plans | |
In your slow moving way | |
There's no trace of belief | |
But in your own broken way | |
You're holy in your grief | |
You had so much more to say | |
You had so much more to say | |
But maybe another a day | |
Is all now you have to say | |
Are you building a house to hold | |
A nowhere man | |
Are you building a house | |
With these broken plans | |
In your slow moving way | |
There's no trace of belief | |
But in your own broken way | |
You're holy in your grief |
zuo qu : Barzin H. | |
Building a house | |
All the broken plans | |
That you are holding in your hands | |
You are so much older now | |
You are so much older now | |
Are you building a house to hold | |
a nowhere man | |
Are you building a house | |
With these broken plans | |
In your slow moving way | |
There' s no trace of belief | |
But in your own broken way | |
You' re holy in your grief | |
You had so much more to say | |
You had so much more to say | |
But maybe another a day | |
Is all now you have to say | |
Are you building a house to hold | |
A nowhere man | |
Are you building a house | |
With these broken plans | |
In your slow moving way | |
There' s no trace of belief | |
But in your own broken way | |
You' re holy in your grief |
zuò qǔ : Barzin H. | |
Building a house | |
All the broken plans | |
That you are holding in your hands | |
You are so much older now | |
You are so much older now | |
Are you building a house to hold | |
a nowhere man | |
Are you building a house | |
With these broken plans | |
In your slow moving way | |
There' s no trace of belief | |
But in your own broken way | |
You' re holy in your grief | |
You had so much more to say | |
You had so much more to say | |
But maybe another a day | |
Is all now you have to say | |
Are you building a house to hold | |
A nowhere man | |
Are you building a house | |
With these broken plans | |
In your slow moving way | |
There' s no trace of belief | |
But in your own broken way | |
You' re holy in your grief |