歌曲 | Flowers That Fade In My Hand |
歌手 | Rage |
专辑 | Reflections Of A Shadow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Schmidt, Wagner | |
Do you know, it scared me to death | |
When I first saw you right after this | |
Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest | |
Really, man, it scared me to death | |
They called in the morning | |
Told me you had died last night | |
I cried my eyes out | |
The sorrow blinded me for light | |
Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
Everywhere I feel your presence | |
I've grown since you left, you must be inside me | |
Sometimes I hear you talking | |
though my mouth | |
And sometimes I know you're seeing through my eyes | |
The father I once knew | |
Has become a close friend | |
The skill in my hand | |
It makes me understand that we're | |
Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
Mother said you would have liked | |
To stay a little longer | |
I don't want to think about | |
What could have been or not | |
Now I know you haven't gone | |
You're still here by my side | |
Into every straw of grass | |
Or in the fading light | |
I wouldn't mind to follow you | |
Any time or day | |
And inbetween, I've gotta go | |
A long and winding way | |
Now I know that death has no scares | |
Within the remains I've got my share | |
And I know my death has no scares | |
There is no mysterium for someone who dares to die | |
And when I'm with you | |
Next to the flowers on your grave | |
It's such a comfort | |
To feel the earth that leads to you | |
Like flowers that grow from you hands... |
zuo qu : Schmidt, Wagner | |
Do you know, it scared me to death | |
When I first saw you right after this | |
Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest | |
Really, man, it scared me to death | |
They called in the morning | |
Told me you had died last night | |
I cried my eyes out | |
The sorrow blinded me for light | |
Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
Everywhere I feel your presence | |
I' ve grown since you left, you must be inside me | |
Sometimes I hear you talking | |
though my mouth | |
And sometimes I know you' re seeing through my eyes | |
The father I once knew | |
Has become a close friend | |
The skill in my hand | |
It makes me understand that we' re | |
Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
Mother said you would have liked | |
To stay a little longer | |
I don' t want to think about | |
What could have been or not | |
Now I know you haven' t gone | |
You' re still here by my side | |
Into every straw of grass | |
Or in the fading light | |
I wouldn' t mind to follow you | |
Any time or day | |
And inbetween, I' ve gotta go | |
A long and winding way | |
Now I know that death has no scares | |
Within the remains I' ve got my share | |
And I know my death has no scares | |
There is no mysterium for someone who dares to die | |
And when I' m with you | |
Next to the flowers on your grave | |
It' s such a comfort | |
To feel the earth that leads to you | |
Like flowers that grow from you hands... |
zuò qǔ : Schmidt, Wagner | |
Do you know, it scared me to death | |
When I first saw you right after this | |
Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest | |
Really, man, it scared me to death | |
They called in the morning | |
Told me you had died last night | |
I cried my eyes out | |
The sorrow blinded me for light | |
Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
Everywhere I feel your presence | |
I' ve grown since you left, you must be inside me | |
Sometimes I hear you talking | |
though my mouth | |
And sometimes I know you' re seeing through my eyes | |
The father I once knew | |
Has become a close friend | |
The skill in my hand | |
It makes me understand that we' re | |
Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
Mother said you would have liked | |
To stay a little longer | |
I don' t want to think about | |
What could have been or not | |
Now I know you haven' t gone | |
You' re still here by my side | |
Into every straw of grass | |
Or in the fading light | |
I wouldn' t mind to follow you | |
Any time or day | |
And inbetween, I' ve gotta go | |
A long and winding way | |
Now I know that death has no scares | |
Within the remains I' ve got my share | |
And I know my death has no scares | |
There is no mysterium for someone who dares to die | |
And when I' m with you | |
Next to the flowers on your grave | |
It' s such a comfort | |
To feel the earth that leads to you | |
Like flowers that grow from you hands... |