作曲 : Matos, Shaman | |
The sands of gold are falling | |
From the sky tonight | |
The sound, a million voices screaming out | |
The prophecy has moved on with the stars | |
And now I know that | |
I could be the chosen one | |
Oh, the desert breeze had turned to such | |
A storm that night | |
And in my dream | |
I nearly saw his face again | |
Waving me up to come closer to his tent | |
Can't control myself, | |
I'm needing his embrace | |
Looking up over your head | |
Put on my suit, like any other morning time | |
I washed my face in purest water | |
Got brand new shoes - it's good to feel | |
That you're alive | |
But life will get along to something | |
Larger than me! | |
Looking up over your head - | |
I wanna tear thorugh the sky | |
Looking up over your head - | |
And be the very first to die | |
Looking up over your head - | |
One thousand miles and | |
I'll be there | |
Looking up over your head - | |
Just when you look over your head | |
Over your head, inside your mind | |
Visions you've had keep passing by | |
Don't be afraid, face it instead. | |
Looking up over your head! |
zuo qu : Matos, Shaman | |
The sands of gold are falling | |
From the sky tonight | |
The sound, a million voices screaming out | |
The prophecy has moved on with the stars | |
And now I know that | |
I could be the chosen one | |
Oh, the desert breeze had turned to such | |
A storm that night | |
And in my dream | |
I nearly saw his face again | |
Waving me up to come closer to his tent | |
Can' t control myself, | |
I' m needing his embrace | |
Looking up over your head | |
Put on my suit, like any other morning time | |
I washed my face in purest water | |
Got brand new shoes it' s good to feel | |
That you' re alive | |
But life will get along to something | |
Larger than me! | |
Looking up over your head | |
I wanna tear thorugh the sky | |
Looking up over your head | |
And be the very first to die | |
Looking up over your head | |
One thousand miles and | |
I' ll be there | |
Looking up over your head | |
Just when you look over your head | |
Over your head, inside your mind | |
Visions you' ve had keep passing by | |
Don' t be afraid, face it instead. | |
Looking up over your head! |
zuò qǔ : Matos, Shaman | |
The sands of gold are falling | |
From the sky tonight | |
The sound, a million voices screaming out | |
The prophecy has moved on with the stars | |
And now I know that | |
I could be the chosen one | |
Oh, the desert breeze had turned to such | |
A storm that night | |
And in my dream | |
I nearly saw his face again | |
Waving me up to come closer to his tent | |
Can' t control myself, | |
I' m needing his embrace | |
Looking up over your head | |
Put on my suit, like any other morning time | |
I washed my face in purest water | |
Got brand new shoes it' s good to feel | |
That you' re alive | |
But life will get along to something | |
Larger than me! | |
Looking up over your head | |
I wanna tear thorugh the sky | |
Looking up over your head | |
And be the very first to die | |
Looking up over your head | |
One thousand miles and | |
I' ll be there | |
Looking up over your head | |
Just when you look over your head | |
Over your head, inside your mind | |
Visions you' ve had keep passing by | |
Don' t be afraid, face it instead. | |
Looking up over your head! |