歌曲 | In Black & White - Live in Oulu |
歌手 | Sonata Arctica |
专辑 | Live in Finland |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Sonata Arctica - In Black And White | |
选自专辑 Unia | |
i'm a doorman at my death row, you faceless foe of heart | |
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, | |
white feather in the tar | |
a tearstream on your frozen face | |
a life - in black and white | |
you slaughtered my soul again | |
tried my best to be worth your two realities | |
you're breaking my heart again | |
to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell | |
stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind | |
now i will hit you where it hurts | |
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
that you're worth fighting for | |
winning or losing, alone | |
i am only a pawn | |
i'm tired of pleasing you | |
discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme | |
i delayed my dreams to see | |
who blinded your eyes from things that are real | |
for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet | |
dying fountains full of stories untold | |
after a history of losses attained | |
the victory where it occured | |
lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words | |
dying in the seas of sin, | |
without knowing where lies the bottom | |
scandal born, new race | |
idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul | |
sabatoge or a fatal mistake? | |
unauthorised use, not stealing? | |
we've no rights, just passion and rage | |
music... | |
people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
stand on a chair and scream as tables turn | |
take a bow, take the blame, soon you'll wake up screaming | |
your nightmare's name | |
music... | |
now i will hit you where it hurts | |
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
that you're worth fighting for | |
winning and losing, alone | |
i am only a pawn | |
people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn | |
always a minute too late, now feel the burn | |
wake up, friend, you're screaming the name of the | |
doorman on my death row, you faceless foe of the heart | |
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow | |
white feather in the tar | |
tearstains on my frozen face, follow the wicked trail if you | |
wish you see the sum of all my fears in many shades of grey | |
you'll see | |
your dreams in black and white | |
nightmares in black and white | |
sweet dreams in black and white | |
your life is black and white |
Sonata Arctica In Black And White | |
xuan zi zhuan ji Unia | |
i' m a doorman at my death row, you faceless foe of heart | |
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, | |
white feather in the tar | |
a tearstream on your frozen face | |
a life in black and white | |
you slaughtered my soul again | |
tried my best to be worth your two realities | |
you' re breaking my heart again | |
to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell | |
stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind | |
now i will hit you where it hurts | |
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
that you' re worth fighting for | |
winning or losing, alone | |
i am only a pawn | |
i' m tired of pleasing you | |
discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme | |
i delayed my dreams to see | |
who blinded your eyes from things that are real | |
for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet | |
dying fountains full of stories untold | |
after a history of losses attained | |
the victory where it occured | |
lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words | |
dying in the seas of sin, | |
without knowing where lies the bottom | |
scandal born, new race | |
idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul | |
sabatoge or a fatal mistake? | |
unauthorised use, not stealing? | |
we' ve no rights, just passion and rage | |
music... | |
people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
stand on a chair and scream as tables turn | |
take a bow, take the blame, soon you' ll wake up screaming | |
your nightmare' s name | |
music... | |
now i will hit you where it hurts | |
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
that you' re worth fighting for | |
winning and losing, alone | |
i am only a pawn | |
people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn | |
always a minute too late, now feel the burn | |
wake up, friend, you' re screaming the name of the | |
doorman on my death row, you faceless foe of the heart | |
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow | |
white feather in the tar | |
tearstains on my frozen face, follow the wicked trail if you | |
wish you see the sum of all my fears in many shades of grey | |
you' ll see | |
your dreams in black and white | |
nightmares in black and white | |
sweet dreams in black and white | |
your life is black and white |
Sonata Arctica In Black And White | |
xuǎn zì zhuān jí Unia | |
i' m a doorman at my death row, you faceless foe of heart | |
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, | |
white feather in the tar | |
a tearstream on your frozen face | |
a life in black and white | |
you slaughtered my soul again | |
tried my best to be worth your two realities | |
you' re breaking my heart again | |
to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell | |
stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind | |
now i will hit you where it hurts | |
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
that you' re worth fighting for | |
winning or losing, alone | |
i am only a pawn | |
i' m tired of pleasing you | |
discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme | |
i delayed my dreams to see | |
who blinded your eyes from things that are real | |
for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet | |
dying fountains full of stories untold | |
after a history of losses attained | |
the victory where it occured | |
lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words | |
dying in the seas of sin, | |
without knowing where lies the bottom | |
scandal born, new race | |
idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul | |
sabatoge or a fatal mistake? | |
unauthorised use, not stealing? | |
we' ve no rights, just passion and rage | |
music... | |
people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
stand on a chair and scream as tables turn | |
take a bow, take the blame, soon you' ll wake up screaming | |
your nightmare' s name | |
music... | |
now i will hit you where it hurts | |
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
that you' re worth fighting for | |
winning and losing, alone | |
i am only a pawn | |
people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn | |
always a minute too late, now feel the burn | |
wake up, friend, you' re screaming the name of the | |
doorman on my death row, you faceless foe of the heart | |
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow | |
white feather in the tar | |
tearstains on my frozen face, follow the wicked trail if you | |
wish you see the sum of all my fears in many shades of grey | |
you' ll see | |
your dreams in black and white | |
nightmares in black and white | |
sweet dreams in black and white | |
your life is black and white |