歌曲 | The Dubious Glow of Excess |
歌手 | Good Riddance |
专辑 | Bound by Ties of Blood and Affection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rankin | |
Here we stand arm in arm at the corridors of time and reason with jaws set | |
Our collective gaze unflinching | |
Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints | |
And what if all your hopes and dreams came true tomorrow would you lie | |
Basking in the dubious glow of excess | |
Forsaking all other | |
Life alone with a broken promise | |
These thoughts wont pray away | |
Stand still stone cold and empty | |
Begging grace to favor this soul | |
One more day | |
Im struck blind | |
With it all | |
Ive never been the kind to say im sorry | |
Its strange | |
To hear the dead keep calling | |
How many restless days and nights will pass | |
As the salience of all your broken reveries | |
Hammers upon your consciousness and will tomorrow bring anything save the vacant reproach of your pensive ministrations | |
Run out the pain of indifference and avarice | |
All the small towns and cigarettes | |
Ive seen much more than | |
I wished for | |
Watched our surface calling in all his debts | |
So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon our jaws set | |
Collective gaze unflinching | |
Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints |
zuo qu : Rankin | |
Here we stand arm in arm at the corridors of time and reason with jaws set | |
Our collective gaze unflinching | |
Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints | |
And what if all your hopes and dreams came true tomorrow would you lie | |
Basking in the dubious glow of excess | |
Forsaking all other | |
Life alone with a broken promise | |
These thoughts wont pray away | |
Stand still stone cold and empty | |
Begging grace to favor this soul | |
One more day | |
Im struck blind | |
With it all | |
Ive never been the kind to say im sorry | |
Its strange | |
To hear the dead keep calling | |
How many restless days and nights will pass | |
As the salience of all your broken reveries | |
Hammers upon your consciousness and will tomorrow bring anything save the vacant reproach of your pensive ministrations | |
Run out the pain of indifference and avarice | |
All the small towns and cigarettes | |
Ive seen much more than | |
I wished for | |
Watched our surface calling in all his debts | |
So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon our jaws set | |
Collective gaze unflinching | |
Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints |
zuò qǔ : Rankin | |
Here we stand arm in arm at the corridors of time and reason with jaws set | |
Our collective gaze unflinching | |
Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints | |
And what if all your hopes and dreams came true tomorrow would you lie | |
Basking in the dubious glow of excess | |
Forsaking all other | |
Life alone with a broken promise | |
These thoughts wont pray away | |
Stand still stone cold and empty | |
Begging grace to favor this soul | |
One more day | |
Im struck blind | |
With it all | |
Ive never been the kind to say im sorry | |
Its strange | |
To hear the dead keep calling | |
How many restless days and nights will pass | |
As the salience of all your broken reveries | |
Hammers upon your consciousness and will tomorrow bring anything save the vacant reproach of your pensive ministrations | |
Run out the pain of indifference and avarice | |
All the small towns and cigarettes | |
Ive seen much more than | |
I wished for | |
Watched our surface calling in all his debts | |
So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon our jaws set | |
Collective gaze unflinching | |
Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints |