歌曲 | I Have Faith In These Desolate Times |
歌手 | Terence Trent D'Arby |
专辑 | Neither Fish Nor Flesh a Soundtrack Of Love, Faith, Hope & Destruction |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DArby | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A roar down the road of a rumbling war | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A chill from the eyes of a man of political skill | |
I have faith but for how much longer? | |
It seems to me, bitter trees, full of fleas | |
Summarily hold the branches | |
People we, falling leaves, watching thieves | |
Stealing keys, to our ranches | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A score to the sound of the feet of a journeyman's tour | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A feel and a hope and belief that man's peace will be still | |
I have faith but for how much longer? | |
The village green, people seen, full of beans | |
Imagining the course of action | |
And in between, shopping scenes, plasticine | |
Suburban dreams, an empty faction | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
Show fear, and the smoke of a gun trigger pulling finger pressure comes near | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
Before long, the lamb and the lion may lie with the lass in the grass at dawn | |
I have faith but for how much longer? |
zuo ci : DArby | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A roar down the road of a rumbling war | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A chill from the eyes of a man of political skill | |
I have faith but for how much longer? | |
It seems to me, bitter trees, full of fleas | |
Summarily hold the branches | |
People we, falling leaves, watching thieves | |
Stealing keys, to our ranches | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A score to the sound of the feet of a journeyman' s tour | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A feel and a hope and belief that man' s peace will be still | |
I have faith but for how much longer? | |
The village green, people seen, full of beans | |
Imagining the course of action | |
And in between, shopping scenes, plasticine | |
Suburban dreams, an empty faction | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
Show fear, and the smoke of a gun trigger pulling finger pressure comes near | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
Before long, the lamb and the lion may lie with the lass in the grass at dawn | |
I have faith but for how much longer? |
zuò cí : DArby | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A roar down the road of a rumbling war | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A chill from the eyes of a man of political skill | |
I have faith but for how much longer? | |
It seems to me, bitter trees, full of fleas | |
Summarily hold the branches | |
People we, falling leaves, watching thieves | |
Stealing keys, to our ranches | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A score to the sound of the feet of a journeyman' s tour | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
A feel and a hope and belief that man' s peace will be still | |
I have faith but for how much longer? | |
The village green, people seen, full of beans | |
Imagining the course of action | |
And in between, shopping scenes, plasticine | |
Suburban dreams, an empty faction | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
Show fear, and the smoke of a gun trigger pulling finger pressure comes near | |
I have faith in these desolate times | |
Before long, the lamb and the lion may lie with the lass in the grass at dawn | |
I have faith but for how much longer? |