歌曲 | Trading My Soul |
歌手 | The Flower Kings |
专辑 | The Sum Of No Evil |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stolt | |
Don't tell me I'm dying... got no time for grief | |
Don't open that door – now let me go back to sleep. | |
I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul | |
I'm spinning that big black hole | |
On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin | |
We drift like feathers in wind | |
Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
I'm in limbo between earth and sky | |
I can see all your houses from here | |
But don't you tell me that this is dying | |
The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room | |
I'm left here with no ticket, but I bet we're leaving soon | |
I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul | |
I'm spinning that big black hole | |
On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin | |
We drift like feathers in wind | |
Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
I'm in limbo between earth and sky | |
I can see all your houses from here | |
But don't you tell me that this is dying |
zuo ci : Stolt | |
Don' t tell me I' m dying... got no time for grief | |
Don' t open that door now let me go back to sleep. | |
I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
I' m spinning that big black hole | |
On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
We drift like feathers in wind | |
Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
I can see all your houses from here | |
But don' t you tell me that this is dying | |
The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room | |
I' m left here with no ticket, but I bet we' re leaving soon | |
I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
I' m spinning that big black hole | |
On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
We drift like feathers in wind | |
Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
I can see all your houses from here | |
But don' t you tell me that this is dying |
zuò cí : Stolt | |
Don' t tell me I' m dying... got no time for grief | |
Don' t open that door now let me go back to sleep. | |
I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
I' m spinning that big black hole | |
On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
We drift like feathers in wind | |
Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
I can see all your houses from here | |
But don' t you tell me that this is dying | |
The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room | |
I' m left here with no ticket, but I bet we' re leaving soon | |
I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
I' m spinning that big black hole | |
On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
We drift like feathers in wind | |
Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
I can see all your houses from here | |
But don' t you tell me that this is dying |