歌曲 | Wings of the Morning |
歌手 | Caedmon's Call |
专辑 | Share The Well |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I woke to the sirens of the city | |
They were calling me to hold my head up high | |
But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains | |
From the beggars to the sky | |
The ads and billboards rained in every language | |
The message every politician knows | |
When we’re fed that we are nothing we’ll believe it | |
And then do what we are told | |
The spark of the divine | |
I see it in your eyes | |
It’s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
On the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising | |
In the darkest night | |
Your love and light prevail | |
Ask any good detective, he will tell you | |
It’s the eyes that always give the truth away | |
And in yours I see the feat that’s bound and gagged you | |
With no hope for escape | |
It’s true that we are fallen as an angel | |
But you and me, we’re also holy as a prayer | |
Made in the image of a giver and a lover | |
Who left His throne to come down here | |
The spark of the divine | |
I see it in your eyes | |
It’s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
On the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising | |
In the darkest night | |
Your love and light prevail | |
We will rise on the wings of the morning | |
Though we hide, hide in the shadows of the night | |
There is hope, hope in the hands that have made us | |
And are holding us tight… | |
Hope is rising … on the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising … in the shadows of the night | |
Hope is rising … from the hands that have made us | |
And are holding us tight … |
I woke to the sirens of the city | |
They were calling me to hold my head up high | |
But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains | |
From the beggars to the sky | |
The ads and billboards rained in every language | |
The message every politician knows | |
When we' re fed that we are nothing we' ll believe it | |
And then do what we are told | |
The spark of the divine | |
I see it in your eyes | |
It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
On the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising | |
In the darkest night | |
Your love and light prevail | |
Ask any good detective, he will tell you | |
It' s the eyes that always give the truth away | |
And in yours I see the feat that' s bound and gagged you | |
With no hope for escape | |
It' s true that we are fallen as an angel | |
But you and me, we' re also holy as a prayer | |
Made in the image of a giver and a lover | |
Who left His throne to come down here | |
The spark of the divine | |
I see it in your eyes | |
It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
On the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising | |
In the darkest night | |
Your love and light prevail | |
We will rise on the wings of the morning | |
Though we hide, hide in the shadows of the night | |
There is hope, hope in the hands that have made us | |
And are holding us tight | |
Hope is rising on the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising in the shadows of the night | |
Hope is rising from the hands that have made us | |
And are holding us tight |
I woke to the sirens of the city | |
They were calling me to hold my head up high | |
But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains | |
From the beggars to the sky | |
The ads and billboards rained in every language | |
The message every politician knows | |
When we' re fed that we are nothing we' ll believe it | |
And then do what we are told | |
The spark of the divine | |
I see it in your eyes | |
It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
On the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising | |
In the darkest night | |
Your love and light prevail | |
Ask any good detective, he will tell you | |
It' s the eyes that always give the truth away | |
And in yours I see the feat that' s bound and gagged you | |
With no hope for escape | |
It' s true that we are fallen as an angel | |
But you and me, we' re also holy as a prayer | |
Made in the image of a giver and a lover | |
Who left His throne to come down here | |
The spark of the divine | |
I see it in your eyes | |
It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
On the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising | |
In the darkest night | |
Your love and light prevail | |
We will rise on the wings of the morning | |
Though we hide, hide in the shadows of the night | |
There is hope, hope in the hands that have made us | |
And are holding us tight | |
Hope is rising on the wings of the morning | |
Hope is rising in the shadows of the night | |
Hope is rising from the hands that have made us | |
And are holding us tight |