歌曲 | Center Of The Sun |
歌手 | Conjure One |
专辑 | Conjure One |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fulber, Poe | |
Young girl in the market | |
Music to the men | |
When the men leave | |
Her eyes are red | |
When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of above | |
And she sings ' | |
They say the most horrible things | |
But I hear violins, when | |
I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done' | |
Young boy in the market | |
Follows all the men | |
When the men leave | |
He's out of his head | |
When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of above | |
And he sings ' | |
They break the most beautiful things | |
But I hear violins, when | |
I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done | |
I look into your eyes | |
And I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done' | |
Center of the sun | |
Young boy in the market | |
Sees the girl alone | |
And asks her ' | |
Have you lost your way home?' | |
She sings ' | |
You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins' | |
I look into your eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done | |
When I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done ' | |
Cause I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
Center of the sun | |
I hear ...violins |
zuo qu : Fulber, Poe | |
Young girl in the market | |
Music to the men | |
When the men leave | |
Her eyes are red | |
When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of above | |
And she sings ' | |
They say the most horrible things | |
But I hear violins, when | |
I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done' | |
Young boy in the market | |
Follows all the men | |
When the men leave | |
He' s out of his head | |
When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of above | |
And he sings ' | |
They break the most beautiful things | |
But I hear violins, when | |
I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done | |
I look into your eyes | |
And I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done' | |
Center of the sun | |
Young boy in the market | |
Sees the girl alone | |
And asks her ' | |
Have you lost your way home?' | |
She sings ' | |
You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins' | |
I look into your eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done | |
When I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done ' | |
Cause I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
Center of the sun | |
I hear ... violins |
zuò qǔ : Fulber, Poe | |
Young girl in the market | |
Music to the men | |
When the men leave | |
Her eyes are red | |
When her eyes are closed again she sees the dark market of above | |
And she sings ' | |
They say the most horrible things | |
But I hear violins, when | |
I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done' | |
Young boy in the market | |
Follows all the men | |
When the men leave | |
He' s out of his head | |
When his eyes are closed again he sees the dark market of above | |
And he sings ' | |
They break the most beautiful things | |
But I hear violins, when | |
I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done | |
I look into your eyes | |
And I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done' | |
Center of the sun | |
Young boy in the market | |
Sees the girl alone | |
And asks her ' | |
Have you lost your way home?' | |
She sings ' | |
You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins' | |
I look into your eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done | |
When I close my eyes | |
I am at the center of the sun | |
And I cannot be hurt | |
By anything this wicked world has done ' | |
Cause I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
I hear violins | |
Center of the sun | |
I hear ... violins |