歌曲 | First Snow |
歌手 | Friend of All the World |
专辑 | The Wild |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
City streets a swarm of bees, | |
The sea of orange, | |
Rounds the corners of the deepening, | |
Veiling of the sky, | |
In the height that spans the grid, | |
A lone explore roving out into the night, | |
Blows and blows into the night, | |
And goes on and out into the night, | |
And out across the hills and streams, | |
And lakes that swell in autumn’s steam, | |
And out into the night, | |
And down amidst the slumbering trees, | |
That tower and brood aloft in dreams, | |
Of green and loving light, | |
And out across the barren fields, | |
A white wall now that fumes and reels, | |
The wild forming now upon the wind, | |
A robe of white and blinding skin, | |
The white goes on and out into the night, | |
And goes on and on into the night, | |
And blows and blows into the night, | |
And fades to corners of the night. |
City streets a swarm of bees, | |
The sea of orange, | |
Rounds the corners of the deepening, | |
Veiling of the sky, | |
In the height that spans the grid, | |
A lone explore roving out into the night, | |
Blows and blows into the night, | |
And goes on and out into the night, | |
And out across the hills and streams, | |
And lakes that swell in autumn' s steam, | |
And out into the night, | |
And down amidst the slumbering trees, | |
That tower and brood aloft in dreams, | |
Of green and loving light, | |
And out across the barren fields, | |
A white wall now that fumes and reels, | |
The wild forming now upon the wind, | |
A robe of white and blinding skin, | |
The white goes on and out into the night, | |
And goes on and on into the night, | |
And blows and blows into the night, | |
And fades to corners of the night. |
City streets a swarm of bees, | |
The sea of orange, | |
Rounds the corners of the deepening, | |
Veiling of the sky, | |
In the height that spans the grid, | |
A lone explore roving out into the night, | |
Blows and blows into the night, | |
And goes on and out into the night, | |
And out across the hills and streams, | |
And lakes that swell in autumn' s steam, | |
And out into the night, | |
And down amidst the slumbering trees, | |
That tower and brood aloft in dreams, | |
Of green and loving light, | |
And out across the barren fields, | |
A white wall now that fumes and reels, | |
The wild forming now upon the wind, | |
A robe of white and blinding skin, | |
The white goes on and out into the night, | |
And goes on and on into the night, | |
And blows and blows into the night, | |
And fades to corners of the night. |