歌曲 | Truly Golden |
歌手 | Woven Hand |
专辑 | Mosaic |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dee, VanLaerhoven | |
I wait for her to speak for me | |
The rule is truly golden | |
I am spoken for | |
A drifting day on my own | |
he does chastize these bones | |
He gives a womans touch | |
A drifting day alone | |
He does chastize his own | |
He gives a womans touch | |
We are all pleased to dwell | |
With me | |
With me | |
Out of their goodness | |
And over my head | |
A burning coal of kindness | |
Over my head | |
Over my head | |
I spin with the world | |
But it is no help to me | |
I sleep in this chair like a stone | |
A yellow flower has grown | |
He does chastize his own love | |
He gives a womans touch | |
To spin with the world | |
It is no help to me | |
I walk the creeking floors of this home | |
Where a yellow flower has grown | |
He does chastize his own love | |
He gives a womans touch |
zuo qu : Dee, VanLaerhoven | |
I wait for her to speak for me | |
The rule is truly golden | |
I am spoken for | |
A drifting day on my own | |
he does chastize these bones | |
He gives a womans touch | |
A drifting day alone | |
He does chastize his own | |
He gives a womans touch | |
We are all pleased to dwell | |
With me | |
With me | |
Out of their goodness | |
And over my head | |
A burning coal of kindness | |
Over my head | |
Over my head | |
I spin with the world | |
But it is no help to me | |
I sleep in this chair like a stone | |
A yellow flower has grown | |
He does chastize his own love | |
He gives a womans touch | |
To spin with the world | |
It is no help to me | |
I walk the creeking floors of this home | |
Where a yellow flower has grown | |
He does chastize his own love | |
He gives a womans touch |
zuò qǔ : Dee, VanLaerhoven | |
I wait for her to speak for me | |
The rule is truly golden | |
I am spoken for | |
A drifting day on my own | |
he does chastize these bones | |
He gives a womans touch | |
A drifting day alone | |
He does chastize his own | |
He gives a womans touch | |
We are all pleased to dwell | |
With me | |
With me | |
Out of their goodness | |
And over my head | |
A burning coal of kindness | |
Over my head | |
Over my head | |
I spin with the world | |
But it is no help to me | |
I sleep in this chair like a stone | |
A yellow flower has grown | |
He does chastize his own love | |
He gives a womans touch | |
To spin with the world | |
It is no help to me | |
I walk the creeking floors of this home | |
Where a yellow flower has grown | |
He does chastize his own love | |
He gives a womans touch |