歌曲 | Where Eagles Have Been |
歌手 | Wolfmother |
专辑 | Wolfmother |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Heskett, Ross, Stockdale | |
Well, we always seem to worry | |
Life's becoming such a flurry | |
Can't you see that there's lights in the dark | |
Nothin's quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
Rainbows tinted with gold | |
All the stories we've been told | |
Still her love is yours to behold | |
Nothin's quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
You say it's not the real world | |
Though it seems so real to me | |
And I know that we're never turning back | |
Can you see what | |
I see?I had a vision | |
Of festive day's | |
She's like an eagle | |
In the misted haze, oh | |
Sit and wonder at the sky | |
Watch the river flowing by | |
Now it ends and we're here at the start | |
Nothin's quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
Oh, you say it's not the real world | |
Though it seems so real to me | |
And I know that we're never turning back | |
Can you see what | |
I see?I had a vision | |
Of festive day's | |
She's like an eagle | |
In the misted haze | |
Oh, break my chains girl | |
Show me to the land | |
Where people live together | |
Try to understand |
zuo qu : Heskett, Ross, Stockdale | |
Well, we always seem to worry | |
Life' s becoming such a flurry | |
Can' t you see that there' s lights in the dark | |
Nothin' s quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
Rainbows tinted with gold | |
All the stories we' ve been told | |
Still her love is yours to behold | |
Nothin' s quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
You say it' s not the real world | |
Though it seems so real to me | |
And I know that we' re never turning back | |
Can you see what | |
I see? I had a vision | |
Of festive day' s | |
She' s like an eagle | |
In the misted haze, oh | |
Sit and wonder at the sky | |
Watch the river flowing by | |
Now it ends and we' re here at the start | |
Nothin' s quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
Oh, you say it' s not the real world | |
Though it seems so real to me | |
And I know that we' re never turning back | |
Can you see what | |
I see? I had a vision | |
Of festive day' s | |
She' s like an eagle | |
In the misted haze | |
Oh, break my chains girl | |
Show me to the land | |
Where people live together | |
Try to understand |
zuò qǔ : Heskett, Ross, Stockdale | |
Well, we always seem to worry | |
Life' s becoming such a flurry | |
Can' t you see that there' s lights in the dark | |
Nothin' s quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
Rainbows tinted with gold | |
All the stories we' ve been told | |
Still her love is yours to behold | |
Nothin' s quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
You say it' s not the real world | |
Though it seems so real to me | |
And I know that we' re never turning back | |
Can you see what | |
I see? I had a vision | |
Of festive day' s | |
She' s like an eagle | |
In the misted haze, oh | |
Sit and wonder at the sky | |
Watch the river flowing by | |
Now it ends and we' re here at the start | |
Nothin' s quite what it seems in the city of dreams | |
Oh, you say it' s not the real world | |
Though it seems so real to me | |
And I know that we' re never turning back | |
Can you see what | |
I see? I had a vision | |
Of festive day' s | |
She' s like an eagle | |
In the misted haze | |
Oh, break my chains girl | |
Show me to the land | |
Where people live together | |
Try to understand |