歌曲 | End On A High Note |
歌手 | The Flower Kings |
专辑 | Paradox Hotel |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stolt | |
The world is open | |
The world is alive | |
It's technicolor and the sun is slowly rising | |
The morning sun | |
Can almost set the hills on fire | |
All along the coastline | |
You can hear the seagulls cries | |
Is it me that paints a picture | |
Is it me that directs the day? | |
Am I one amongst the millions | |
That will see the world this way? | |
Is it part of the illusion | |
All the overwhelming scenes? | |
Is it love that found it's way in here | |
To lift my beating heart away? | |
Oh, oh... | |
I can see the beauty | |
In a thousand different faces | |
I can hear the small talk | |
In the far and distant market places | |
Everybody is special | |
It's the highlight of their story | |
New life is in the meeting | |
Of the glowing morning glory | |
Oh, oh... | |
The world is even, yes the world is alright | |
We all just float about like sleepy satelites | |
Watching the cycles, see the seasons change | |
From thunderous rivers to the sunny lanes | |
The world is grooving to a brand new beat | |
The ground is swaying below our feet | |
All we ask for is a bit of happiness | |
And a smile upon our children's faces |
zuo ci : Stolt | |
The world is open | |
The world is alive | |
It' s technicolor and the sun is slowly rising | |
The morning sun | |
Can almost set the hills on fire | |
All along the coastline | |
You can hear the seagulls cries | |
Is it me that paints a picture | |
Is it me that directs the day? | |
Am I one amongst the millions | |
That will see the world this way? | |
Is it part of the illusion | |
All the overwhelming scenes? | |
Is it love that found it' s way in here | |
To lift my beating heart away? | |
Oh, oh... | |
I can see the beauty | |
In a thousand different faces | |
I can hear the small talk | |
In the far and distant market places | |
Everybody is special | |
It' s the highlight of their story | |
New life is in the meeting | |
Of the glowing morning glory | |
Oh, oh... | |
The world is even, yes the world is alright | |
We all just float about like sleepy satelites | |
Watching the cycles, see the seasons change | |
From thunderous rivers to the sunny lanes | |
The world is grooving to a brand new beat | |
The ground is swaying below our feet | |
All we ask for is a bit of happiness | |
And a smile upon our children' s faces |
zuò cí : Stolt | |
The world is open | |
The world is alive | |
It' s technicolor and the sun is slowly rising | |
The morning sun | |
Can almost set the hills on fire | |
All along the coastline | |
You can hear the seagulls cries | |
Is it me that paints a picture | |
Is it me that directs the day? | |
Am I one amongst the millions | |
That will see the world this way? | |
Is it part of the illusion | |
All the overwhelming scenes? | |
Is it love that found it' s way in here | |
To lift my beating heart away? | |
Oh, oh... | |
I can see the beauty | |
In a thousand different faces | |
I can hear the small talk | |
In the far and distant market places | |
Everybody is special | |
It' s the highlight of their story | |
New life is in the meeting | |
Of the glowing morning glory | |
Oh, oh... | |
The world is even, yes the world is alright | |
We all just float about like sleepy satelites | |
Watching the cycles, see the seasons change | |
From thunderous rivers to the sunny lanes | |
The world is grooving to a brand new beat | |
The ground is swaying below our feet | |
All we ask for is a bit of happiness | |
And a smile upon our children' s faces |