歌曲 | A Treasure Abandoned |
歌手 | Spock's Beard |
专辑 | Brief Nocturnes And Dreamless Sleep |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
We followed the strange map of his memory | |
Back through the landmarks of a life | |
Though sometimes painful he’d remember | |
A world of splendor and wonders to behold | |
As he told his story | |
He was lost in the land of the angels | |
And the red temples in the trees | |
In the tempest of time was | |
A treasure abandoned | |
He spoke of those days of hope and destiny | |
Of dreams and the often-answered prayers | |
But of an age now gone forever | |
And though he’d never find that place again | |
He relives the glory | |
Of the garden of gods he would tell us | |
As we hung on every word | |
Of the choices he made and | |
A treasure abandoned | |
Captured by the hands of the master | |
Colors on the canvas of time | |
Painting over days ever faster | |
We witnessed the world through his ageless eyes |
We followed the strange map of his memory | |
Back through the landmarks of a life | |
Though sometimes painful he' d remember | |
A world of splendor and wonders to behold | |
As he told his story | |
He was lost in the land of the angels | |
And the red temples in the trees | |
In the tempest of time was | |
A treasure abandoned | |
He spoke of those days of hope and destiny | |
Of dreams and the oftenanswered prayers | |
But of an age now gone forever | |
And though he' d never find that place again | |
He relives the glory | |
Of the garden of gods he would tell us | |
As we hung on every word | |
Of the choices he made and | |
A treasure abandoned | |
Captured by the hands of the master | |
Colors on the canvas of time | |
Painting over days ever faster | |
We witnessed the world through his ageless eyes |
We followed the strange map of his memory | |
Back through the landmarks of a life | |
Though sometimes painful he' d remember | |
A world of splendor and wonders to behold | |
As he told his story | |
He was lost in the land of the angels | |
And the red temples in the trees | |
In the tempest of time was | |
A treasure abandoned | |
He spoke of those days of hope and destiny | |
Of dreams and the oftenanswered prayers | |
But of an age now gone forever | |
And though he' d never find that place again | |
He relives the glory | |
Of the garden of gods he would tell us | |
As we hung on every word | |
Of the choices he made and | |
A treasure abandoned | |
Captured by the hands of the master | |
Colors on the canvas of time | |
Painting over days ever faster | |
We witnessed the world through his ageless eyes |