作曲 : Black, Hudson, May Blitz ... | |
Color blue from fire flames that burns within | |
Above somewhere, where no one knows and no one yet has been | |
There waits, but for what it waits, a vision strange and clear | |
An unknown space, complete around of shapes that are to be | |
Smoothness do I feel, purple dreams of velvet glows | |
Tomorrow may come | |
Beyond the edge that one can see colors do appear | |
flashing blues, from a far off source, ultraviolet waves | |
Alone up here but not alone flying in it all | |
A cosmic dream, of truthful tales within a distant glow | |
Silken white and satin water, flowing through these eyes | |
Tomorrow may come | |
Tomorrow, tomorrow that may come | |
Tomorrow, that may come | |
Tomorrow that may, that may come |
zuo qu : Black, Hudson, May Blitz ... | |
Color blue from fire flames that burns within | |
Above somewhere, where no one knows and no one yet has been | |
There waits, but for what it waits, a vision strange and clear | |
An unknown space, complete around of shapes that are to be | |
Smoothness do I feel, purple dreams of velvet glows | |
Tomorrow may come | |
Beyond the edge that one can see colors do appear | |
flashing blues, from a far off source, ultraviolet waves | |
Alone up here but not alone flying in it all | |
A cosmic dream, of truthful tales within a distant glow | |
Silken white and satin water, flowing through these eyes | |
Tomorrow may come | |
Tomorrow, tomorrow that may come | |
Tomorrow, that may come | |
Tomorrow that may, that may come |
zuò qǔ : Black, Hudson, May Blitz ... | |
Color blue from fire flames that burns within | |
Above somewhere, where no one knows and no one yet has been | |
There waits, but for what it waits, a vision strange and clear | |
An unknown space, complete around of shapes that are to be | |
Smoothness do I feel, purple dreams of velvet glows | |
Tomorrow may come | |
Beyond the edge that one can see colors do appear | |
flashing blues, from a far off source, ultraviolet waves | |
Alone up here but not alone flying in it all | |
A cosmic dream, of truthful tales within a distant glow | |
Silken white and satin water, flowing through these eyes | |
Tomorrow may come | |
Tomorrow, tomorrow that may come | |
Tomorrow, that may come | |
Tomorrow that may, that may come |