歌曲 | Spellbreaker |
歌手 | Candlemass |
专辑 | Candlemass |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Edlin | |
Walking 'round and 'round in circles | |
Locked inside himself | |
The funny farm where he can't hurt us | |
Or what we all believe | |
Mute and deaf with no obsessions | |
A broken watch he got | |
He's the one that got no questions | |
Not a word to breathe | |
And there you see that he flies | |
Across the room like a swan | |
The colours sparkle and change | |
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun | |
Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped | |
It was so quiet | |
I couldn't hear the sound of grief no more | |
We walked into the room, the small and padded room | |
I looked down on/at the man that lay/laid crying on the floor | |
The Mother of | |
Life is a | |
Whore Always drooling walking backwards | |
Never dries his tears | |
Come and see the man of miracles | |
But please don't come so near | |
Writing wierd stuf slow and patient | |
I think it's something deep | |
Then he tries some levitation | |
Before he disappears | |
A rainy day you too might meet him | |
Give him mercy please | |
It won't be long until we'll need him | |
And all that's beautiful | |
If he speaks the world will tremble | |
A dream of love we'll see | |
He's our all the cosmic centre | |
We are spinning 'round |
zuo ci : Edlin | |
Walking ' round and ' round in circles | |
Locked inside himself | |
The funny farm where he can' t hurt us | |
Or what we all believe | |
Mute and deaf with no obsessions | |
A broken watch he got | |
He' s the one that got no questions | |
Not a word to breathe | |
And there you see that he flies | |
Across the room like a swan | |
The colours sparkle and change | |
Stars are born ' round a flashing sun | |
Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped | |
It was so quiet | |
I couldn' t hear the sound of grief no more | |
We walked into the room, the small and padded room | |
I looked down on at the man that lay laid crying on the floor | |
The Mother of | |
Life is a | |
Whore Always drooling walking backwards | |
Never dries his tears | |
Come and see the man of miracles | |
But please don' t come so near | |
Writing wierd stuf slow and patient | |
I think it' s something deep | |
Then he tries some levitation | |
Before he disappears | |
A rainy day you too might meet him | |
Give him mercy please | |
It won' t be long until we' ll need him | |
And all that' s beautiful | |
If he speaks the world will tremble | |
A dream of love we' ll see | |
He' s our all the cosmic centre | |
We are spinning ' round |
zuò cí : Edlin | |
Walking ' round and ' round in circles | |
Locked inside himself | |
The funny farm where he can' t hurt us | |
Or what we all believe | |
Mute and deaf with no obsessions | |
A broken watch he got | |
He' s the one that got no questions | |
Not a word to breathe | |
And there you see that he flies | |
Across the room like a swan | |
The colours sparkle and change | |
Stars are born ' round a flashing sun | |
Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped | |
It was so quiet | |
I couldn' t hear the sound of grief no more | |
We walked into the room, the small and padded room | |
I looked down on at the man that lay laid crying on the floor | |
The Mother of | |
Life is a | |
Whore Always drooling walking backwards | |
Never dries his tears | |
Come and see the man of miracles | |
But please don' t come so near | |
Writing wierd stuf slow and patient | |
I think it' s something deep | |
Then he tries some levitation | |
Before he disappears | |
A rainy day you too might meet him | |
Give him mercy please | |
It won' t be long until we' ll need him | |
And all that' s beautiful | |
If he speaks the world will tremble | |
A dream of love we' ll see | |
He' s our all the cosmic centre | |
We are spinning ' round |