歌曲 | The War Was In Color |
歌手 | Carbon Leaf |
专辑 | Love, Loss, Hope, Repeat |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carbon Leaf, Privett | |
I see you've found a box of my things | |
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings | |
These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories | |
Was it like the old war movies? | |
Sit down son, let me fill you in | |
Where to begin? | |
Let's start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don't capture the skin | |
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky | |
From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry | |
I wore the mask up high on a daylight run | |
That held my face in its clammy hand | |
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand | |
Where to begin? | |
Let¹s start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don't capture the skin | |
From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell | |
If red is for | |
Hell, the war was in color | |
I held the canvas bag over the railing | |
The dead released with the ship still sailing | |
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea | |
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers | |
Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder | |
In a window back home, a | |
Blue Star is traded for | |
GoldWhere to begin? | |
Let's start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don't capture the skin | |
When metal is churned and bodies are burned | |
Victory earned, the war was in color | |
Now I lay in my grave at age 21 | |
Long before you were born, before | |
I bore a son | |
What good did it do? | |
Well, hopefully for you | |
A world without war, a life full of color | |
Where to begin? | |
Start with the end | |
This black and white photo never captured my skin | |
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn | |
Straight through the core, the war was in color | |
Where to begin? | |
Let's start with the end | |
This black and white photo never captured my skin | |
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color |
zuo qu : Carbon Leaf, Privett | |
I see you' ve found a box of my things | |
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings | |
These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories | |
Was it like the old war movies? | |
Sit down son, let me fill you in | |
Where to begin? | |
Let' s start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin | |
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky | |
From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry | |
I wore the mask up high on a daylight run | |
That held my face in its clammy hand | |
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand | |
Where to begin? | |
Let s start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin | |
From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell | |
If red is for | |
Hell, the war was in color | |
I held the canvas bag over the railing | |
The dead released with the ship still sailing | |
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea | |
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers | |
Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder | |
In a window back home, a | |
Blue Star is traded for | |
GoldWhere to begin? | |
Let' s start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin | |
When metal is churned and bodies are burned | |
Victory earned, the war was in color | |
Now I lay in my grave at age 21 | |
Long before you were born, before | |
I bore a son | |
What good did it do? | |
Well, hopefully for you | |
A world without war, a life full of color | |
Where to begin? | |
Start with the end | |
This black and white photo never captured my skin | |
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn | |
Straight through the core, the war was in color | |
Where to begin? | |
Let' s start with the end | |
This black and white photo never captured my skin | |
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color |
zuò qǔ : Carbon Leaf, Privett | |
I see you' ve found a box of my things | |
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings | |
These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories | |
Was it like the old war movies? | |
Sit down son, let me fill you in | |
Where to begin? | |
Let' s start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin | |
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky | |
From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry | |
I wore the mask up high on a daylight run | |
That held my face in its clammy hand | |
Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand | |
Where to begin? | |
Let s start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin | |
From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell | |
If red is for | |
Hell, the war was in color | |
I held the canvas bag over the railing | |
The dead released with the ship still sailing | |
Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea | |
I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers | |
Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder | |
In a window back home, a | |
Blue Star is traded for | |
GoldWhere to begin? | |
Let' s start with the end | |
This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin | |
When metal is churned and bodies are burned | |
Victory earned, the war was in color | |
Now I lay in my grave at age 21 | |
Long before you were born, before | |
I bore a son | |
What good did it do? | |
Well, hopefully for you | |
A world without war, a life full of color | |
Where to begin? | |
Start with the end | |
This black and white photo never captured my skin | |
Once it was torn from an enemy thorn | |
Straight through the core, the war was in color | |
Where to begin? | |
Let' s start with the end | |
This black and white photo never captured my skin | |
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color | |
Trust me grandson, the war was in color |