歌曲 | The Great Correction |
歌手 | Eliza Gilkyson |
专辑 | Beautiful World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
down on the corner of ruin and grace | |
I'm growin weary of the human race | |
hold my lamp up in everyone's face | |
lookin for an honest man | |
everyone tied to the turnin wheel | |
everyone hidin from the things they feel | |
well the truth's so hard it just don't seem real | |
the shadow across this land | |
people round here don't know what it means | |
to suffer at the hands of our american dreams | |
they turn their backs on the grisly scenes | |
traced to the privileged sons | |
they got their god they got their guns | |
got their armies and the chosen ones | |
but we'll all be burnin in the same big sun | |
when the great correction comes | |
down through the ages lovers of the mystery | |
been sayin people let your love light shine | |
poets and sages all throughout history | |
say the light burns brightest in the darkest times | |
it's the bitter end we've come down to | |
the eye of the needle that we gotta get through | |
but the end could be the start of something new | |
when the great correction comes | |
down through the ages . | |
down to the wire runnin out of time | |
still got hope in this heart of mine | |
but the future waits on the horizon line | |
for our daughters and our sons | |
I don't know where this train's bound | |
whole lotta people tryin to turn it around | |
gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down | |
and the great correction comes | |
don't let me down | |
when the great correction comes |
down on the corner of ruin and grace | |
I' m growin weary of the human race | |
hold my lamp up in everyone' s face | |
lookin for an honest man | |
everyone tied to the turnin wheel | |
everyone hidin from the things they feel | |
well the truth' s so hard it just don' t seem real | |
the shadow across this land | |
people round here don' t know what it means | |
to suffer at the hands of our american dreams | |
they turn their backs on the grisly scenes | |
traced to the privileged sons | |
they got their god they got their guns | |
got their armies and the chosen ones | |
but we' ll all be burnin in the same big sun | |
when the great correction comes | |
down through the ages lovers of the mystery | |
been sayin people let your love light shine | |
poets and sages all throughout history | |
say the light burns brightest in the darkest times | |
it' s the bitter end we' ve come down to | |
the eye of the needle that we gotta get through | |
but the end could be the start of something new | |
when the great correction comes | |
down through the ages. | |
down to the wire runnin out of time | |
still got hope in this heart of mine | |
but the future waits on the horizon line | |
for our daughters and our sons | |
I don' t know where this train' s bound | |
whole lotta people tryin to turn it around | |
gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down | |
and the great correction comes | |
don' t let me down | |
when the great correction comes |
down on the corner of ruin and grace | |
I' m growin weary of the human race | |
hold my lamp up in everyone' s face | |
lookin for an honest man | |
everyone tied to the turnin wheel | |
everyone hidin from the things they feel | |
well the truth' s so hard it just don' t seem real | |
the shadow across this land | |
people round here don' t know what it means | |
to suffer at the hands of our american dreams | |
they turn their backs on the grisly scenes | |
traced to the privileged sons | |
they got their god they got their guns | |
got their armies and the chosen ones | |
but we' ll all be burnin in the same big sun | |
when the great correction comes | |
down through the ages lovers of the mystery | |
been sayin people let your love light shine | |
poets and sages all throughout history | |
say the light burns brightest in the darkest times | |
it' s the bitter end we' ve come down to | |
the eye of the needle that we gotta get through | |
but the end could be the start of something new | |
when the great correction comes | |
down through the ages. | |
down to the wire runnin out of time | |
still got hope in this heart of mine | |
but the future waits on the horizon line | |
for our daughters and our sons | |
I don' t know where this train' s bound | |
whole lotta people tryin to turn it around | |
gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down | |
and the great correction comes | |
don' t let me down | |
when the great correction comes |