歌曲 | Flags Of Dawn - Live At The House Of Blues |
歌手 | Thrice |
专辑 | Live At The House Of Blues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kensrue, Thrice | |
This darkness would eclipse our will | |
A cold wind blows across these hills | |
A swinging gaze from a hangman's tree | |
A crow's nest view of what's left to see | |
The light that's formed | |
Of saints return the silence to the snow | |
Still beneath the craters waiting | |
For this time to grow | |
So hold on, hold tight | |
Open daylight we will overcome | |
So put away your fear the morning star will soon appear | |
And bring an end to this dark night | |
And we must run if we're to meet the light | |
Watered by the blood of martyrs | |
Blessed and blind as sons and daughters | |
Sleep with one eye open and live with both eyes shut | |
So let's find the place where sight begins | |
And see the things that we saw when our | |
Eyes were bright and wet against the light | |
And hold on, hold tight | |
Open daylight we will overcome | |
Open your eyes over the new sight | |
Fly the flags of dawn |
zuo qu : Kensrue, Thrice | |
This darkness would eclipse our will | |
A cold wind blows across these hills | |
A swinging gaze from a hangman' s tree | |
A crow' s nest view of what' s left to see | |
The light that' s formed | |
Of saints return the silence to the snow | |
Still beneath the craters waiting | |
For this time to grow | |
So hold on, hold tight | |
Open daylight we will overcome | |
So put away your fear the morning star will soon appear | |
And bring an end to this dark night | |
And we must run if we' re to meet the light | |
Watered by the blood of martyrs | |
Blessed and blind as sons and daughters | |
Sleep with one eye open and live with both eyes shut | |
So let' s find the place where sight begins | |
And see the things that we saw when our | |
Eyes were bright and wet against the light | |
And hold on, hold tight | |
Open daylight we will overcome | |
Open your eyes over the new sight | |
Fly the flags of dawn |
zuò qǔ : Kensrue, Thrice | |
This darkness would eclipse our will | |
A cold wind blows across these hills | |
A swinging gaze from a hangman' s tree | |
A crow' s nest view of what' s left to see | |
The light that' s formed | |
Of saints return the silence to the snow | |
Still beneath the craters waiting | |
For this time to grow | |
So hold on, hold tight | |
Open daylight we will overcome | |
So put away your fear the morning star will soon appear | |
And bring an end to this dark night | |
And we must run if we' re to meet the light | |
Watered by the blood of martyrs | |
Blessed and blind as sons and daughters | |
Sleep with one eye open and live with both eyes shut | |
So let' s find the place where sight begins | |
And see the things that we saw when our | |
Eyes were bright and wet against the light | |
And hold on, hold tight | |
Open daylight we will overcome | |
Open your eyes over the new sight | |
Fly the flags of dawn |