歌曲 | This Is Who You Are |
歌手 | Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
专辑 | Beethoven's Last Night |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Oliva, ONeill | |
Sometimes, slowly, time brings revelation | |
Waiting softly for someone to believe | |
That the ghosts we've hidden or left to die | |
Have now arisen and will arrive | |
To say what has happened | |
Say what has happened | |
Say what has happened to me | |
And who would have thought that you'd be the one | |
That I would have found here waiting | |
Lost in this night until you arrived | |
And always too blind to see | |
And who would have thought that after this time | |
That I'd be the one you're saving | |
Now undisguised the ghosts that survive | |
Now say what was meant to be | |
I never wanted to give my life away | |
Who ever thought it would matter any way? | |
Wandering inside this night | |
Finding pieces of a life | |
Never sure | |
I'd ever know what it means | |
It's the strangers in your life | |
That you never thought you'd meet | |
It's the hand that picked you up | |
When you're laying in the street | |
It's the hand that cut you down | |
It's the dream that someone shared | |
When you thought that all was lost | |
It's the friend that wasn't there | |
You can run from all the memory but never get that far | |
For in the end they'll find you | |
For this is who you are | |
Change one note, change one line | |
Nothing's going to be the same | |
Change one loss, change one cut | |
Everything is rearranged | |
Every act cruel or kind lost inside our memory | |
If you look there in time you'll find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in me |
zuo qu : Oliva, ONeill | |
Sometimes, slowly, time brings revelation | |
Waiting softly for someone to believe | |
That the ghosts we' ve hidden or left to die | |
Have now arisen and will arrive | |
To say what has happened | |
Say what has happened | |
Say what has happened to me | |
And who would have thought that you' d be the one | |
That I would have found here waiting | |
Lost in this night until you arrived | |
And always too blind to see | |
And who would have thought that after this time | |
That I' d be the one you' re saving | |
Now undisguised the ghosts that survive | |
Now say what was meant to be | |
I never wanted to give my life away | |
Who ever thought it would matter any way? | |
Wandering inside this night | |
Finding pieces of a life | |
Never sure | |
I' d ever know what it means | |
It' s the strangers in your life | |
That you never thought you' d meet | |
It' s the hand that picked you up | |
When you' re laying in the street | |
It' s the hand that cut you down | |
It' s the dream that someone shared | |
When you thought that all was lost | |
It' s the friend that wasn' t there | |
You can run from all the memory but never get that far | |
For in the end they' ll find you | |
For this is who you are | |
Change one note, change one line | |
Nothing' s going to be the same | |
Change one loss, change one cut | |
Everything is rearranged | |
Every act cruel or kind lost inside our memory | |
If you look there in time you' ll find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in me |
zuò qǔ : Oliva, ONeill | |
Sometimes, slowly, time brings revelation | |
Waiting softly for someone to believe | |
That the ghosts we' ve hidden or left to die | |
Have now arisen and will arrive | |
To say what has happened | |
Say what has happened | |
Say what has happened to me | |
And who would have thought that you' d be the one | |
That I would have found here waiting | |
Lost in this night until you arrived | |
And always too blind to see | |
And who would have thought that after this time | |
That I' d be the one you' re saving | |
Now undisguised the ghosts that survive | |
Now say what was meant to be | |
I never wanted to give my life away | |
Who ever thought it would matter any way? | |
Wandering inside this night | |
Finding pieces of a life | |
Never sure | |
I' d ever know what it means | |
It' s the strangers in your life | |
That you never thought you' d meet | |
It' s the hand that picked you up | |
When you' re laying in the street | |
It' s the hand that cut you down | |
It' s the dream that someone shared | |
When you thought that all was lost | |
It' s the friend that wasn' t there | |
You can run from all the memory but never get that far | |
For in the end they' ll find you | |
For this is who you are | |
Change one note, change one line | |
Nothing' s going to be the same | |
Change one loss, change one cut | |
Everything is rearranged | |
Every act cruel or kind lost inside our memory | |
If you look there in time you' ll find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in | |
Find it in me |