歌曲 | Turns To Me |
歌手 | Savatage |
专辑 | The Wake of Magellan (Bonus Track Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : ONeill | |
Stands all alone | |
Looks in the mirror | |
And sees what she wanted to be | |
Safely unknown | |
To anyone near her | |
She sees what she wanted to see | |
And turns to me | |
And turns to me | |
And turns to... | |
She was prophesied | |
For an early slide | |
Followed it to the letter | |
Well kept beauty queen | |
If there, always seen | |
Still you thought she'd know better | |
No erasing | |
The time you're wasting | |
But when you're wasting | |
You don't care | |
All those pieces | |
In short term leases | |
But when you need them | |
They're not there | |
For all those moments of yesterday | |
She's traded every tomorrow | |
And now all those moments are so far away | |
Ghosts haunt each word she would say | |
As she walks among the decay | |
She had Oscar Wilde's | |
Timeless sense of style | |
As had been her intention | |
Still she was afraid | |
Time must be repaid | |
And there'd be no redemption | |
Youth and time collide | |
She could not decide | |
On a certain direction | |
Time was catching up | |
Carefully made up | |
She avoided detection | |
For all those moments of yesterday | |
She's traded every tomorrow | |
And now all those moments are so far away | |
I saw it too | |
Closer than you | |
What else is there left to say | |
Wait for me now | |
I will be there for you | |
This I will vow | |
If you still want me to | |
But it won't be | |
This I have always known | |
And in the dark | |
There's no one to pray for me now | |
I don't understand what I'm feeling tonight | |
I don't understand but I'm waiting | |
Searching the shadows that fade in the light | |
But I'm feeling alive | |
Trying to survive | |
Float with the tide | |
Till you arrive and I.... |
zuo ci : ONeill | |
Stands all alone | |
Looks in the mirror | |
And sees what she wanted to be | |
Safely unknown | |
To anyone near her | |
She sees what she wanted to see | |
And turns to me | |
And turns to me | |
And turns to... | |
She was prophesied | |
For an early slide | |
Followed it to the letter | |
Well kept beauty queen | |
If there, always seen | |
Still you thought she' d know better | |
No erasing | |
The time you' re wasting | |
But when you' re wasting | |
You don' t care | |
All those pieces | |
In short term leases | |
But when you need them | |
They' re not there | |
For all those moments of yesterday | |
She' s traded every tomorrow | |
And now all those moments are so far away | |
Ghosts haunt each word she would say | |
As she walks among the decay | |
She had Oscar Wilde' s | |
Timeless sense of style | |
As had been her intention | |
Still she was afraid | |
Time must be repaid | |
And there' d be no redemption | |
Youth and time collide | |
She could not decide | |
On a certain direction | |
Time was catching up | |
Carefully made up | |
She avoided detection | |
For all those moments of yesterday | |
She' s traded every tomorrow | |
And now all those moments are so far away | |
I saw it too | |
Closer than you | |
What else is there left to say | |
Wait for me now | |
I will be there for you | |
This I will vow | |
If you still want me to | |
But it won' t be | |
This I have always known | |
And in the dark | |
There' s no one to pray for me now | |
I don' t understand what I' m feeling tonight | |
I don' t understand but I' m waiting | |
Searching the shadows that fade in the light | |
But I' m feeling alive | |
Trying to survive | |
Float with the tide | |
Till you arrive and I.... |
zuò cí : ONeill | |
Stands all alone | |
Looks in the mirror | |
And sees what she wanted to be | |
Safely unknown | |
To anyone near her | |
She sees what she wanted to see | |
And turns to me | |
And turns to me | |
And turns to... | |
She was prophesied | |
For an early slide | |
Followed it to the letter | |
Well kept beauty queen | |
If there, always seen | |
Still you thought she' d know better | |
No erasing | |
The time you' re wasting | |
But when you' re wasting | |
You don' t care | |
All those pieces | |
In short term leases | |
But when you need them | |
They' re not there | |
For all those moments of yesterday | |
She' s traded every tomorrow | |
And now all those moments are so far away | |
Ghosts haunt each word she would say | |
As she walks among the decay | |
She had Oscar Wilde' s | |
Timeless sense of style | |
As had been her intention | |
Still she was afraid | |
Time must be repaid | |
And there' d be no redemption | |
Youth and time collide | |
She could not decide | |
On a certain direction | |
Time was catching up | |
Carefully made up | |
She avoided detection | |
For all those moments of yesterday | |
She' s traded every tomorrow | |
And now all those moments are so far away | |
I saw it too | |
Closer than you | |
What else is there left to say | |
Wait for me now | |
I will be there for you | |
This I will vow | |
If you still want me to | |
But it won' t be | |
This I have always known | |
And in the dark | |
There' s no one to pray for me now | |
I don' t understand what I' m feeling tonight | |
I don' t understand but I' m waiting | |
Searching the shadows that fade in the light | |
But I' m feeling alive | |
Trying to survive | |
Float with the tide | |
Till you arrive and I.... |