作词 : Nica del Rosario | |
作曲 : Bojam | |
NO END | |
Oh I'm running out of words | |
Yet I'm running after her | |
Going out of my mind | |
Oh you don’t believe that this | |
Can be more than a granted wish | |
But you feel like a dream sometimes | |
And if i could | |
I would build a world where it's | |
you and me | |
And we could be | |
Whatever you want me to be | |
And we will stay | |
Through the blues and grays | |
And we'll always have time | |
And you'll be mine | |
And there will be no end | |
There will be no end in sight | |
The seas and the skies collide | |
At least they do in my mind | |
When i make you smile | |
Now I'm fighting against the tide | |
And I feel like i could die | |
In the way the poets write |
zuo ci : Nica del Rosario | |
zuo qu : Bojam | |
NO END | |
Oh I' m running out of words | |
Yet I' m running after her | |
Going out of my mind | |
Oh you don' t believe that this | |
Can be more than a granted wish | |
But you feel like a dream sometimes | |
And if i could | |
I would build a world where it' s | |
you and me | |
And we could be | |
Whatever you want me to be | |
And we will stay | |
Through the blues and grays | |
And we' ll always have time | |
And you' ll be mine | |
And there will be no end | |
There will be no end in sight | |
The seas and the skies collide | |
At least they do in my mind | |
When i make you smile | |
Now I' m fighting against the tide | |
And I feel like i could die | |
In the way the poets write |
zuò cí : Nica del Rosario | |
zuò qǔ : Bojam | |
NO END | |
Oh I' m running out of words | |
Yet I' m running after her | |
Going out of my mind | |
Oh you don' t believe that this | |
Can be more than a granted wish | |
But you feel like a dream sometimes | |
And if i could | |
I would build a world where it' s | |
you and me | |
And we could be | |
Whatever you want me to be | |
And we will stay | |
Through the blues and grays | |
And we' ll always have time | |
And you' ll be mine | |
And there will be no end | |
There will be no end in sight | |
The seas and the skies collide | |
At least they do in my mind | |
When i make you smile | |
Now I' m fighting against the tide | |
And I feel like i could die | |
In the way the poets write |