歌曲 | Will To Live |
歌手 | Gazpacho |
专辑 | Missa Atropos |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The time will come | |
When breathing screams to breath | |
The will to live | |
The hour when the ship comes in | |
All you give | |
As the main sails lift | |
And the boats are sailing for the shore | |
The hour when you ship comes in | |
In candlelight | |
Where being is just being | |
There’s a silence feasting | |
In light it’s floating | |
Through a void the whole world could never fill | |
You charge windmills | |
But the snail sits still | |
As the ocean beats upon the shore | |
Of freedom in the chaos within | |
In candlelight | |
Where being is just being | |
There’s a silence feasting | |
In light it’s floating | |
Through a hole the whole world could never fill |
The time will come | |
When breathing screams to breath | |
The will to live | |
The hour when the ship comes in | |
All you give | |
As the main sails lift | |
And the boats are sailing for the shore | |
The hour when you ship comes in | |
In candlelight | |
Where being is just being | |
There' s a silence feasting | |
In light it' s floating | |
Through a void the whole world could never fill | |
You charge windmills | |
But the snail sits still | |
As the ocean beats upon the shore | |
Of freedom in the chaos within | |
In candlelight | |
Where being is just being | |
There' s a silence feasting | |
In light it' s floating | |
Through a hole the whole world could never fill |
The time will come | |
When breathing screams to breath | |
The will to live | |
The hour when the ship comes in | |
All you give | |
As the main sails lift | |
And the boats are sailing for the shore | |
The hour when you ship comes in | |
In candlelight | |
Where being is just being | |
There' s a silence feasting | |
In light it' s floating | |
Through a void the whole world could never fill | |
You charge windmills | |
But the snail sits still | |
As the ocean beats upon the shore | |
Of freedom in the chaos within | |
In candlelight | |
Where being is just being | |
There' s a silence feasting | |
In light it' s floating | |
Through a hole the whole world could never fill |