歌曲 | Dekadance |
歌手 | Moonspell |
专辑 | Sin / Pecado |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up?and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up?and from my mouth will flee a song | |
Tomorrow I will wake upwith this strange need of not to belong | |
Tomorrow I will wake upjust to copy whatever is wrong | |
Tomorrow I will wake upin a cage of perfect gold | |
Tomorrow, will | |
I wake up?hope in tongue, golden song | |
Tomorrow I will wake upwith an innate appetiteto be just one of yours | |
Tomorrow I will wake upand try everything not to be alone | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up?and try everything to be alone | |
Incise, open wide from the insidecast out, see what is still left of live | |
Secure for me the status of a prime suspect | |
Tying the hands of a blindman | |
Teaching the colours to a blindman | |
And ask him to react, and ask him to react | |
Tomorrow I will finally feela natural will of being artificialinto | |
Decadancewithelegance. |
zuo ci : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up? and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up? and from my mouth will flee a song | |
Tomorrow I will wake upwith this strange need of not to belong | |
Tomorrow I will wake upjust to copy whatever is wrong | |
Tomorrow I will wake upin a cage of perfect gold | |
Tomorrow, will | |
I wake up? hope in tongue, golden song | |
Tomorrow I will wake upwith an innate appetiteto be just one of yours | |
Tomorrow I will wake upand try everything not to be alone | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up? and try everything to be alone | |
Incise, open wide from the insidecast out, see what is still left of live | |
Secure for me the status of a prime suspect | |
Tying the hands of a blindman | |
Teaching the colours to a blindman | |
And ask him to react, and ask him to react | |
Tomorrow I will finally feela natural will of being artificialinto | |
Decadancewithelegance. |
zuò cí : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up? and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up? and from my mouth will flee a song | |
Tomorrow I will wake upwith this strange need of not to belong | |
Tomorrow I will wake upjust to copy whatever is wrong | |
Tomorrow I will wake upin a cage of perfect gold | |
Tomorrow, will | |
I wake up? hope in tongue, golden song | |
Tomorrow I will wake upwith an innate appetiteto be just one of yours | |
Tomorrow I will wake upand try everything not to be alone | |
Tomorrow will | |
I wake up? and try everything to be alone | |
Incise, open wide from the insidecast out, see what is still left of live | |
Secure for me the status of a prime suspect | |
Tying the hands of a blindman | |
Teaching the colours to a blindman | |
And ask him to react, and ask him to react | |
Tomorrow I will finally feela natural will of being artificialinto | |
Decadancewithelegance. |