歌曲 | Butterfly On A Wheel |
歌手 | The Mission UK |
专辑 | Sum And Substance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey | |
Silver and gold and it's growing cold | |
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves | |
Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone | |
'Cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turns | |
Your heart to stone | |
The heat of your breath carving shadow on the mist | |
Every angel has the wish that she's never been kissed | |
A broken dream haunting in your sleep | |
And hiding in your smile a secret you must keep, love | |
Cuts you deep | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
There's no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me | |
As sure as God made wine, you can't wrap your arms | |
Around a memory | |
Take warmth from me, cold Autumn winds cut sharp as a | |
Knife | |
And in the dark for me, you're the candle flame that | |
Flickers to life | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterlfy on a wheel | |
Love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Wise men say all is fair in love and war | |
There's no right or wrong in the design of love | |
And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings | |
Broken and torn crushed like the flower under the snow | |
And like the flower in spring | |
Love will rise again to heal your wings | |
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
zuo ci : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey | |
Silver and gold and it' s growing cold | |
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves | |
Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone | |
' Cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turns | |
Your heart to stone | |
The heat of your breath carving shadow on the mist | |
Every angel has the wish that she' s never been kissed | |
A broken dream haunting in your sleep | |
And hiding in your smile a secret you must keep, love | |
Cuts you deep | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
There' s no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me | |
As sure as God made wine, you can' t wrap your arms | |
Around a memory | |
Take warmth from me, cold Autumn winds cut sharp as a | |
Knife | |
And in the dark for me, you' re the candle flame that | |
Flickers to life | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterlfy on a wheel | |
Love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Wise men say all is fair in love and war | |
There' s no right or wrong in the design of love | |
And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings | |
Broken and torn crushed like the flower under the snow | |
And like the flower in spring | |
Love will rise again to heal your wings | |
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |
zuò cí : Adams, Brown, Hinkler, Hussey | |
Silver and gold and it' s growing cold | |
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves | |
Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone | |
' Cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turns | |
Your heart to stone | |
The heat of your breath carving shadow on the mist | |
Every angel has the wish that she' s never been kissed | |
A broken dream haunting in your sleep | |
And hiding in your smile a secret you must keep, love | |
Cuts you deep | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
There' s no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me | |
As sure as God made wine, you can' t wrap your arms | |
Around a memory | |
Take warmth from me, cold Autumn winds cut sharp as a | |
Knife | |
And in the dark for me, you' re the candle flame that | |
Flickers to life | |
Love breaks the wings of a butterlfy on a wheel | |
Love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Wise men say all is fair in love and war | |
There' s no right or wrong in the design of love | |
And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings | |
Broken and torn crushed like the flower under the snow | |
And like the flower in spring | |
Love will rise again to heal your wings | |
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel | |
Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel |