歌曲 | Purpose to Melody |
歌手 | Disciple |
专辑 | Scars Remain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barrett, Fife, Noah, Young | |
I remember days gone by | |
And what it was first like | |
To never think that it could end | |
Don't know what we were thinking | |
And I reflect upon that night | |
When we would breathe for the first time | |
To see the hands raised high | |
To the one we'd give our lives | |
To this day I wouldn't change a single thing | |
Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
The reason in what we give | |
The part, the role in which we live | |
I feel like something busting | |
Breaking out of its own skin | |
I feel this child escaping | |
Outside of the heart of an old man | |
I feel like something ripping | |
And tearing off this callous | |
Revealing me | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
Through the seasons of it all | |
There were deserts that would fall | |
And there were peaks that we would climb | |
But in the valley's where we shined | |
We couldn't dream a better dream | |
The almighty call our name | |
And do something with nothing | |
And give purpose to melody | |
To this day I wouldn't change a single thing | |
Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
The reason in what we give | |
The part, the role in which we live | |
I feel like something busting | |
Breaking out of its own skin | |
I feel this child escaping | |
Outside of the heart of an old man | |
I feel like something ripping | |
And tearing off this callous | |
Revealing me | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
[Incomprehensible] | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we're feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we're feeling again |
zuo ci : Barrett, Fife, Noah, Young | |
I remember days gone by | |
And what it was first like | |
To never think that it could end | |
Don' t know what we were thinking | |
And I reflect upon that night | |
When we would breathe for the first time | |
To see the hands raised high | |
To the one we' d give our lives | |
To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
The reason in what we give | |
The part, the role in which we live | |
I feel like something busting | |
Breaking out of its own skin | |
I feel this child escaping | |
Outside of the heart of an old man | |
I feel like something ripping | |
And tearing off this callous | |
Revealing me | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
Through the seasons of it all | |
There were deserts that would fall | |
And there were peaks that we would climb | |
But in the valley' s where we shined | |
We couldn' t dream a better dream | |
The almighty call our name | |
And do something with nothing | |
And give purpose to melody | |
To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
The reason in what we give | |
The part, the role in which we live | |
I feel like something busting | |
Breaking out of its own skin | |
I feel this child escaping | |
Outside of the heart of an old man | |
I feel like something ripping | |
And tearing off this callous | |
Revealing me | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
Incomprehensible | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again |
zuò cí : Barrett, Fife, Noah, Young | |
I remember days gone by | |
And what it was first like | |
To never think that it could end | |
Don' t know what we were thinking | |
And I reflect upon that night | |
When we would breathe for the first time | |
To see the hands raised high | |
To the one we' d give our lives | |
To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
The reason in what we give | |
The part, the role in which we live | |
I feel like something busting | |
Breaking out of its own skin | |
I feel this child escaping | |
Outside of the heart of an old man | |
I feel like something ripping | |
And tearing off this callous | |
Revealing me | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
Through the seasons of it all | |
There were deserts that would fall | |
And there were peaks that we would climb | |
But in the valley' s where we shined | |
We couldn' t dream a better dream | |
The almighty call our name | |
And do something with nothing | |
And give purpose to melody | |
To this day I wouldn' t change a single thing | |
Except mistakes that separates to feel again | |
The reason in what we give | |
The part, the role in which we live | |
I feel like something busting | |
Breaking out of its own skin | |
I feel this child escaping | |
Outside of the heart of an old man | |
I feel like something ripping | |
And tearing off this callous | |
Revealing me | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
Incomprehensible | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again | |
I never want it to end | |
This old feeling, we' re feeling again |