歌曲 | Glory Days To Come |
歌手 | Johnossi |
专辑 | Johnossi |
It's a Sunday afternoon | |
and I'm sitting up tired to | |
my front, many days have passed | |
while it should have been the | |
time for us | |
It's a someday black night and | |
I'm sitting uninspired somewhere else | |
hiding my bones, reaching fort the time | |
Well you don't build a city in a day | |
but in twenty years you should have something | |
and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
I sing a song | |
Well it's a Tuesday pure morning | |
I'm waking up, tired to my front | |
cause I know, there´s a lot of things to think about | |
like Friday maybe you'll be there | |
with the needle and thread for broken hearts | |
You'll fix mine and I'll fix yours | |
and then we'll mix them in a love bowl | |
Well, sorry I got carried away | |
but the truth will rise and remain | |
and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
I sing a song | |
I hope and pray to my god | |
that he will see us two | |
to guide me out of the fog | |
and we meet up in glory days | |
You don't build a city in a day | |
but in twenty years you should have something | |
and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
I sing a song |
It' s a Sunday afternoon | |
and I' m sitting up tired to | |
my front, many days have passed | |
while it should have been the | |
time for us | |
It' s a someday black night and | |
I' m sitting uninspired somewhere else | |
hiding my bones, reaching fort the time | |
Well you don' t build a city in a day | |
but in twenty years you should have something | |
and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
I sing a song | |
Well it' s a Tuesday pure morning | |
I' m waking up, tired to my front | |
cause I know, there s a lot of things to think about | |
like Friday maybe you' ll be there | |
with the needle and thread for broken hearts | |
You' ll fix mine and I' ll fix yours | |
and then we' ll mix them in a love bowl | |
Well, sorry I got carried away | |
but the truth will rise and remain | |
and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
I sing a song | |
I hope and pray to my god | |
that he will see us two | |
to guide me out of the fog | |
and we meet up in glory days | |
You don' t build a city in a day | |
but in twenty years you should have something | |
and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
I sing a song |