My Secret is My Silence 歌词

	作曲 : McCusker, Woomble
	If you never leave the highlands
	like you're drowning under rain
	and your sadness tastes like whiskey
	and my body breathes the same
	and ill drain my wisdom empty
	just to feel that space again
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	im sick of living in these buildings
	that were built from blood and rain
	and from the warm side of the window
	the views always look the same
	but your face it held the stories
	full of dreams it can contain
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	and you held on to a country
	from the cail yard to the grave
	and you spoke in quickly written verses
	hidden in your gaelic name
	to approach land without a harbour
	to find your way home
	you approach land without a harbour
	to find your way home

	zuo qu : McCusker, Woomble
	If you never leave the highlands
	like you' re drowning under rain
	and your sadness tastes like whiskey
	and my body breathes the same
	and ill drain my wisdom empty
	just to feel that space again
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	im sick of living in these buildings
	that were built from blood and rain
	and from the warm side of the window
	the views always look the same
	but your face it held the stories
	full of dreams it can contain
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	and you held on to a country
	from the cail yard to the grave
	and you spoke in quickly written verses
	hidden in your gaelic name
	to approach land without a harbour
	to find your way home
	you approach land without a harbour
	to find your way home

	zuò qǔ : McCusker, Woomble
	If you never leave the highlands
	like you' re drowning under rain
	and your sadness tastes like whiskey
	and my body breathes the same
	and ill drain my wisdom empty
	just to feel that space again
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	im sick of living in these buildings
	that were built from blood and rain
	and from the warm side of the window
	the views always look the same
	but your face it held the stories
	full of dreams it can contain
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	but you know nothing is outside
	and my secret is my silence
	my secret is my silence
	and my silence is in vain
	and you held on to a country
	from the cail yard to the grave
	and you spoke in quickly written verses
	hidden in your gaelic name
	to approach land without a harbour
	to find your way home
	you approach land without a harbour
	to find your way home

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