The Charade 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Charade |
| 歌手 | Drifting Sun |
| 专辑 | On the Rebound |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chris Martini | |
| 作曲 : Pat Sanders | |
| Stop and listen to these words | |
| Open up and free yourself | |
| Break down the walls | |
| To a closed heart and mind | |
| You’ll find that you have no time to understand | |
| It’s early in the morning | |
| Waking my eyes to the day | |
| Stumble from my sleep | |
| Wipe the dreams from my eyes | |
| The dreams make no sense | |
| And I’m ready to begin… again | |
| Ready to begin… again | |
| This never-ending charade | |
| This is what there is | |
| All to drink of the magic cup | |
| And there’s no more | |
| Is it more of the same | |
| Of which my life has become? | |
| Stop and listen to these words | |
| Open up and free yourself | |
| Break down the walls | |
| To a closed heart and mind | |
| You’ll find that you have no time to understand | |
| This is what there is to say | |
| A final act to the final show | |
| And there’s no more | |
| And you think that you can say | |
| I don’t live and my heart’s denied | |
| Poor little soul | |
| And deaf ears on your words they fall | |
| Look in my eyes | |
| Never forgive you at all | |
| And I don’t see the reason for | |
| The things you’d have me believe | |
| Your one-sided mission to set me free | |
| What’s that look upon your face? | |
| Can’t you understand? | |
| I’ve got too many things to do | |
| Sorry I spoiled your plans | |
| Another day at the office | |
| Another one in the grave | |
| Stop that shaking of your head, | |
| Lest you throw me into a rage | |
| Always trying to tell me | |
| What’s good… what’s life | |
| Stop and smell the coffee | |
| This one’s been here all night | |
| I’m not the one with the problem | |
| Don’t you point at me | |
| Have you forgot I’ve work to do? | |
| Dump that coffee and make some tea | |
| I was a lonely man | |
| Sitting on the edge of a fall | |
| (I never dreamed it would happen to me) | |
| The path I walked was always so clear | |
| (Now the dreams are becoming real) | |
| You told me to stare at the painting on the wall | |
| (A moment frozen to our eyes indifferent) | |
| How casually I dismiss this… | |
| (No wings of angels to turn your eyes) | |
| So (forward) I step into a (picture), a window | |
| (Arrested) motion, (primitive) sense of (living) | |
| Will I breathe (again)? | |
| The life I know (nothing) of until now! | |
| This is what there is to say | |
| A final act to the final show | |
| And there’s no more | |
| And you think that you can say | |
| I don’t live and my heart’s denied | |
| Poor little soul | |
| And deaf ears on your words they fall | |
| Look in my eyes | |
| Never forgive you at all | |
| And I don’t see the reason for | |
| The things you’d have me believe | |
| Your one-sided mission to set me free | |
| Now I open my eyes and see | |
| The consequence of my imminent falter | |
| A second look at the world | |
| I wake up and reborn | |
| Taking the time to look around | |
| Embracing a world that holds more for me | |
| I’ll never look back, I’m not gonna fall! |
| zuo ci : Chris Martini | |
| zuo qu : Pat Sanders | |
| Stop and listen to these words | |
| Open up and free yourself | |
| Break down the walls | |
| To a closed heart and mind | |
| You' ll find that you have no time to understand | |
| It' s early in the morning | |
| Waking my eyes to the day | |
| Stumble from my sleep | |
| Wipe the dreams from my eyes | |
| The dreams make no sense | |
| And I' m ready to begin again | |
| Ready to begin again | |
| This neverending charade | |
| This is what there is | |
| All to drink of the magic cup | |
| And there' s no more | |
| Is it more of the same | |
| Of which my life has become? | |
| Stop and listen to these words | |
| Open up and free yourself | |
| Break down the walls | |
| To a closed heart and mind | |
| You' ll find that you have no time to understand | |
| This is what there is to say | |
| A final act to the final show | |
| And there' s no more | |
| And you think that you can say | |
| I don' t live and my heart' s denied | |
| Poor little soul | |
| And deaf ears on your words they fall | |
| Look in my eyes | |
| Never forgive you at all | |
| And I don' t see the reason for | |
| The things you' d have me believe | |
| Your onesided mission to set me free | |
| What' s that look upon your face? | |
| Can' t you understand? | |
| I' ve got too many things to do | |
| Sorry I spoiled your plans | |
| Another day at the office | |
| Another one in the grave | |
| Stop that shaking of your head, | |
| Lest you throw me into a rage | |
| Always trying to tell me | |
| What' s good what' s life | |
| Stop and smell the coffee | |
| This one' s been here all night | |
| I' m not the one with the problem | |
| Don' t you point at me | |
| Have you forgot I' ve work to do? | |
| Dump that coffee and make some tea | |
| I was a lonely man | |
| Sitting on the edge of a fall | |
| I never dreamed it would happen to me | |
| The path I walked was always so clear | |
| Now the dreams are becoming real | |
| You told me to stare at the painting on the wall | |
| A moment frozen to our eyes indifferent | |
| How casually I dismiss this | |
| No wings of angels to turn your eyes | |
| So forward I step into a picture, a window | |
| Arrested motion, primitive sense of living | |
| Will I breathe again? | |
| The life I know nothing of until now! | |
| This is what there is to say | |
| A final act to the final show | |
| And there' s no more | |
| And you think that you can say | |
| I don' t live and my heart' s denied | |
| Poor little soul | |
| And deaf ears on your words they fall | |
| Look in my eyes | |
| Never forgive you at all | |
| And I don' t see the reason for | |
| The things you' d have me believe | |
| Your onesided mission to set me free | |
| Now I open my eyes and see | |
| The consequence of my imminent falter | |
| A second look at the world | |
| I wake up and reborn | |
| Taking the time to look around | |
| Embracing a world that holds more for me | |
| I' ll never look back, I' m not gonna fall! |
| zuò cí : Chris Martini | |
| zuò qǔ : Pat Sanders | |
| Stop and listen to these words | |
| Open up and free yourself | |
| Break down the walls | |
| To a closed heart and mind | |
| You' ll find that you have no time to understand | |
| It' s early in the morning | |
| Waking my eyes to the day | |
| Stumble from my sleep | |
| Wipe the dreams from my eyes | |
| The dreams make no sense | |
| And I' m ready to begin again | |
| Ready to begin again | |
| This neverending charade | |
| This is what there is | |
| All to drink of the magic cup | |
| And there' s no more | |
| Is it more of the same | |
| Of which my life has become? | |
| Stop and listen to these words | |
| Open up and free yourself | |
| Break down the walls | |
| To a closed heart and mind | |
| You' ll find that you have no time to understand | |
| This is what there is to say | |
| A final act to the final show | |
| And there' s no more | |
| And you think that you can say | |
| I don' t live and my heart' s denied | |
| Poor little soul | |
| And deaf ears on your words they fall | |
| Look in my eyes | |
| Never forgive you at all | |
| And I don' t see the reason for | |
| The things you' d have me believe | |
| Your onesided mission to set me free | |
| What' s that look upon your face? | |
| Can' t you understand? | |
| I' ve got too many things to do | |
| Sorry I spoiled your plans | |
| Another day at the office | |
| Another one in the grave | |
| Stop that shaking of your head, | |
| Lest you throw me into a rage | |
| Always trying to tell me | |
| What' s good what' s life | |
| Stop and smell the coffee | |
| This one' s been here all night | |
| I' m not the one with the problem | |
| Don' t you point at me | |
| Have you forgot I' ve work to do? | |
| Dump that coffee and make some tea | |
| I was a lonely man | |
| Sitting on the edge of a fall | |
| I never dreamed it would happen to me | |
| The path I walked was always so clear | |
| Now the dreams are becoming real | |
| You told me to stare at the painting on the wall | |
| A moment frozen to our eyes indifferent | |
| How casually I dismiss this | |
| No wings of angels to turn your eyes | |
| So forward I step into a picture, a window | |
| Arrested motion, primitive sense of living | |
| Will I breathe again? | |
| The life I know nothing of until now! | |
| This is what there is to say | |
| A final act to the final show | |
| And there' s no more | |
| And you think that you can say | |
| I don' t live and my heart' s denied | |
| Poor little soul | |
| And deaf ears on your words they fall | |
| Look in my eyes | |
| Never forgive you at all | |
| And I don' t see the reason for | |
| The things you' d have me believe | |
| Your onesided mission to set me free | |
| Now I open my eyes and see | |
| The consequence of my imminent falter | |
| A second look at the world | |
| I wake up and reborn | |
| Taking the time to look around | |
| Embracing a world that holds more for me | |
| I' ll never look back, I' m not gonna fall! |
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