歌曲 | Dragged Across A Forest Floor |
歌手 | Woods of Ypres |
专辑 | Pursuit Of The Sun & Allure Of The Earth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gold | |
Another era has come to an end | |
You’ll return to where it began | |
Wandering at night on | |
Ypres Rd. | |
To determine why you walk in the woods alone | |
A piece of out history | |
I used to honour | |
They disrespected and disgraced | |
They took the ground upon which | |
I walked And rubbed it in my face | |
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
A path through the woods of my past | |
Where I was dragged across a forest floor | |
They breathe in the stagnant air | |
The poison sky shelters them from the sun | |
No exposure, nothing grows | |
No one ever wonders what lies beyond | |
So set in their old ways | |
They could only hope for change | |
Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride | |
Digging their own graves | |
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
A path through the woods of my past | |
Where I was dragged across a forest floor | |
I see the truth hidden between the trees | |
These tough woods are but delicate forest | |
Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity | |
Finding comfort in their misery | |
They were doomed beyond the reach of help | |
Saved only by the unconditional love | |
Of hate for a place they couldn’t live without | |
All that I hoped to change | |
Would not be reversed by words alone | |
It would require all of their efforts | |
The lack of which was already set in stone | |
At a time when | |
I could take no more | |
I was dragged across a forest floor | |
Sticks and stones | |
The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains | |
Thorns and | |
Needles I pull them out of my skin | |
While walking home | |
Accept the fact that they’ve missed your point | |
Conceal your motives and all your thoughts | |
Keep your opinions to yourself | |
Give them exactly what they want | |
There’s no hope for understanding | |
Our differences would not be solved | |
For my survival and my sanity | |
In time I learned to have tolerance for you all | |
Bite your tongue until it bleeds | |
Choke down the blood so no one sees | |
Fight the tears | |
Let them fall within | |
While you’re here | |
Never let your weakness show | |
These woods are full of hope | |
These woods are where | |
I walk alone | |
Even at times | |
When standing still | |
Strength and speed | |
Still lie dormant within | |
You will see me channel the pain | |
As blood leaves my core and fills my veins | |
These woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
The tall trees above | |
They are the ones that exist | |
The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet | |
The trails of broken branches | |
These are the mistakes you make | |
The seeds are the ones to be that | |
I push in the earth | |
With every step | |
I take |
zuo qu : Gold | |
Another era has come to an end | |
You' ll return to where it began | |
Wandering at night on | |
Ypres Rd. | |
To determine why you walk in the woods alone | |
A piece of out history | |
I used to honour | |
They disrespected and disgraced | |
They took the ground upon which | |
I walked And rubbed it in my face | |
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
A path through the woods of my past | |
Where I was dragged across a forest floor | |
They breathe in the stagnant air | |
The poison sky shelters them from the sun | |
No exposure, nothing grows | |
No one ever wonders what lies beyond | |
So set in their old ways | |
They could only hope for change | |
Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride | |
Digging their own graves | |
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
A path through the woods of my past | |
Where I was dragged across a forest floor | |
I see the truth hidden between the trees | |
These tough woods are but delicate forest | |
Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity | |
Finding comfort in their misery | |
They were doomed beyond the reach of help | |
Saved only by the unconditional love | |
Of hate for a place they couldn' t live without | |
All that I hoped to change | |
Would not be reversed by words alone | |
It would require all of their efforts | |
The lack of which was already set in stone | |
At a time when | |
I could take no more | |
I was dragged across a forest floor | |
Sticks and stones | |
The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains | |
Thorns and | |
Needles I pull them out of my skin | |
While walking home | |
Accept the fact that they' ve missed your point | |
Conceal your motives and all your thoughts | |
Keep your opinions to yourself | |
Give them exactly what they want | |
There' s no hope for understanding | |
Our differences would not be solved | |
For my survival and my sanity | |
In time I learned to have tolerance for you all | |
Bite your tongue until it bleeds | |
Choke down the blood so no one sees | |
Fight the tears | |
Let them fall within | |
While you' re here | |
Never let your weakness show | |
These woods are full of hope | |
These woods are where | |
I walk alone | |
Even at times | |
When standing still | |
Strength and speed | |
Still lie dormant within | |
You will see me channel the pain | |
As blood leaves my core and fills my veins | |
These woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
The tall trees above | |
They are the ones that exist | |
The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet | |
The trails of broken branches | |
These are the mistakes you make | |
The seeds are the ones to be that | |
I push in the earth | |
With every step | |
I take |
zuò qǔ : Gold | |
Another era has come to an end | |
You' ll return to where it began | |
Wandering at night on | |
Ypres Rd. | |
To determine why you walk in the woods alone | |
A piece of out history | |
I used to honour | |
They disrespected and disgraced | |
They took the ground upon which | |
I walked And rubbed it in my face | |
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
A path through the woods of my past | |
Where I was dragged across a forest floor | |
They breathe in the stagnant air | |
The poison sky shelters them from the sun | |
No exposure, nothing grows | |
No one ever wonders what lies beyond | |
So set in their old ways | |
They could only hope for change | |
Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride | |
Digging their own graves | |
To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
A path through the woods of my past | |
Where I was dragged across a forest floor | |
I see the truth hidden between the trees | |
These tough woods are but delicate forest | |
Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity | |
Finding comfort in their misery | |
They were doomed beyond the reach of help | |
Saved only by the unconditional love | |
Of hate for a place they couldn' t live without | |
All that I hoped to change | |
Would not be reversed by words alone | |
It would require all of their efforts | |
The lack of which was already set in stone | |
At a time when | |
I could take no more | |
I was dragged across a forest floor | |
Sticks and stones | |
The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains | |
Thorns and | |
Needles I pull them out of my skin | |
While walking home | |
Accept the fact that they' ve missed your point | |
Conceal your motives and all your thoughts | |
Keep your opinions to yourself | |
Give them exactly what they want | |
There' s no hope for understanding | |
Our differences would not be solved | |
For my survival and my sanity | |
In time I learned to have tolerance for you all | |
Bite your tongue until it bleeds | |
Choke down the blood so no one sees | |
Fight the tears | |
Let them fall within | |
While you' re here | |
Never let your weakness show | |
These woods are full of hope | |
These woods are where | |
I walk alone | |
Even at times | |
When standing still | |
Strength and speed | |
Still lie dormant within | |
You will see me channel the pain | |
As blood leaves my core and fills my veins | |
These woods are but a forest of metaphors | |
And nothing more | |
The tall trees above | |
They are the ones that exist | |
The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet | |
The trails of broken branches | |
These are the mistakes you make | |
The seeds are the ones to be that | |
I push in the earth | |
With every step | |
I take |