歌曲 | Hell Freezes Over II |
歌手 | Gazpacho |
专辑 | March of Ghosts |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Twilight on the doorway | |
Snapshots from the fifties | |
Chilly wind in dark streets | |
Where the neon lights and stars meet | |
Behold the golden turtle dreams | |
Stain the sheets where mothers weep | |
Tears upon the dry bone | |
They wait for you, they wait for me | |
In the room where silence lingers | |
By the fire of Mesolithic night | |
By the trail where the animals dragged him | |
There´s nothing she doesn´t see | |
She's keeping count of moments | |
You can breathe and still not live | |
She really needs to need it | |
That is how you feed it | |
I sometimes hear the choir of screams | |
In other worlds where mothers grieve | |
In whispered sacred ghosts of sleep | |
They wait for me, they wait for you | |
By the ancient well of blue magic | |
Me drinking from my broken cup | |
Between these heavy old buildings | |
There´s nothing she doesn´t see | |
They wait for you | |
They wait for me | |
Sooner or later one of us goes | |
I really tried to get close to you | |
Where the neon and stars meet |
Twilight on the doorway | |
Snapshots from the fifties | |
Chilly wind in dark streets | |
Where the neon lights and stars meet | |
Behold the golden turtle dreams | |
Stain the sheets where mothers weep | |
Tears upon the dry bone | |
They wait for you, they wait for me | |
In the room where silence lingers | |
By the fire of Mesolithic night | |
By the trail where the animals dragged him | |
There s nothing she doesn t see | |
She' s keeping count of moments | |
You can breathe and still not live | |
She really needs to need it | |
That is how you feed it | |
I sometimes hear the choir of screams | |
In other worlds where mothers grieve | |
In whispered sacred ghosts of sleep | |
They wait for me, they wait for you | |
By the ancient well of blue magic | |
Me drinking from my broken cup | |
Between these heavy old buildings | |
There s nothing she doesn t see | |
They wait for you | |
They wait for me | |
Sooner or later one of us goes | |
I really tried to get close to you | |
Where the neon and stars meet |
Twilight on the doorway | |
Snapshots from the fifties | |
Chilly wind in dark streets | |
Where the neon lights and stars meet | |
Behold the golden turtle dreams | |
Stain the sheets where mothers weep | |
Tears upon the dry bone | |
They wait for you, they wait for me | |
In the room where silence lingers | |
By the fire of Mesolithic night | |
By the trail where the animals dragged him | |
There s nothing she doesn t see | |
She' s keeping count of moments | |
You can breathe and still not live | |
She really needs to need it | |
That is how you feed it | |
I sometimes hear the choir of screams | |
In other worlds where mothers grieve | |
In whispered sacred ghosts of sleep | |
They wait for me, they wait for you | |
By the ancient well of blue magic | |
Me drinking from my broken cup | |
Between these heavy old buildings | |
There s nothing she doesn t see | |
They wait for you | |
They wait for me | |
Sooner or later one of us goes | |
I really tried to get close to you | |
Where the neon and stars meet |