歌曲 | Life Runs Out Like Sand |
歌手 | Bill Nelson |
专辑 | Quit Dreaming (And Get On The Beam) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bill Nelson | |
作词 : Nelson | |
In this ever changing world, | |
In these times, | |
These days of challenge, | |
As my systems begin to fail, | |
I hear voices, | |
Beyond the veil ... | |
Love decays | |
Under our dying star, | |
Strange how time delays | |
The knowing who we are ... | |
As the years slip through my hand, | |
My life | |
Runs out | |
Like Sand ... | |
I will play a poison lullaby, | |
In fields of gravity, | |
Under a falling sky ... | |
As the day | |
Slow-fades away, | |
Warning shadows | |
Crawl across my walls of grey ... | |
Sweetness drips | |
From the exquisite corpse, | |
Sleeping sickness | |
Grips at every ghost who walks. | |
As the years slip through my hand, | |
My Life | |
Runs Out | |
Like Sand. |
zuo qu : Bill Nelson | |
zuo ci : Nelson | |
In this ever changing world, | |
In these times, | |
These days of challenge, | |
As my systems begin to fail, | |
I hear voices, | |
Beyond the veil ... | |
Love decays | |
Under our dying star, | |
Strange how time delays | |
The knowing who we are ... | |
As the years slip through my hand, | |
My life | |
Runs out | |
Like Sand ... | |
I will play a poison lullaby, | |
In fields of gravity, | |
Under a falling sky ... | |
As the day | |
Slowfades away, | |
Warning shadows | |
Crawl across my walls of grey ... | |
Sweetness drips | |
From the exquisite corpse, | |
Sleeping sickness | |
Grips at every ghost who walks. | |
As the years slip through my hand, | |
My Life | |
Runs Out | |
Like Sand. |
zuò qǔ : Bill Nelson | |
zuò cí : Nelson | |
In this ever changing world, | |
In these times, | |
These days of challenge, | |
As my systems begin to fail, | |
I hear voices, | |
Beyond the veil ... | |
Love decays | |
Under our dying star, | |
Strange how time delays | |
The knowing who we are ... | |
As the years slip through my hand, | |
My life | |
Runs out | |
Like Sand ... | |
I will play a poison lullaby, | |
In fields of gravity, | |
Under a falling sky ... | |
As the day | |
Slowfades away, | |
Warning shadows | |
Crawl across my walls of grey ... | |
Sweetness drips | |
From the exquisite corpse, | |
Sleeping sickness | |
Grips at every ghost who walks. | |
As the years slip through my hand, | |
My Life | |
Runs Out | |
Like Sand. |