Music That Puts Everything Together 歌词
| 歌曲 | Music That Puts Everything Together |
| 歌手 | Jason Webley |
| 专辑 | Only Just Beginning |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Webley | |
| One day the knife began to fall and as it dropped I heard it call | |
| Oh father, see how I have grown, the bastard fruit of seed you've sown | |
| Lost my erection, saw my reflection, it was hard to see that face | |
| He said "Welcome home, brother, how have you been?" | |
| We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We've gone through the valley, we've borne our burden badly | |
| But lift up your ears and turn around, I think I can hear a sound | |
| The tune is sweet, the rhythm strong, the music that could bring us all together again | |
| One night I left my lady's side, I felt some change within the tide | |
| Pulled a blanket over me and set my little boat to sea | |
| I could feel the waves come and find the rhythm | |
| The ocean won't let you forget, the tide rolls out, but the tide will come back in | |
| We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We've left our lovers waiting, spent our juices masturbating | |
| Now I think it's time we start to build something that has a heart | |
| The air is growing thick with tones that just might bring these scattered bones together again | |
| One morning we woke up to find the chasm had become so wide | |
| Between us and our fathers, while we slept the space grew larger | |
| We could feel the shadow, we could hear the echo | |
| Of a song I know he used to sing, start to remember how it begins | |
| We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We've sent our vessels out to sea, tied our feathers to the tree | |
| Spent the winter on our knees, looking for these melodies | |
| The songs of a forgotten king who longs to hear his people sing together again |
| zuo qu : Webley | |
| One day the knife began to fall and as it dropped I heard it call | |
| Oh father, see how I have grown, the bastard fruit of seed you' ve sown | |
| Lost my erection, saw my reflection, it was hard to see that face | |
| He said " Welcome home, brother, how have you been?" | |
| We' re at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We' ve gone through the valley, we' ve borne our burden badly | |
| But lift up your ears and turn around, I think I can hear a sound | |
| The tune is sweet, the rhythm strong, the music that could bring us all together again | |
| One night I left my lady' s side, I felt some change within the tide | |
| Pulled a blanket over me and set my little boat to sea | |
| I could feel the waves come and find the rhythm | |
| The ocean won' t let you forget, the tide rolls out, but the tide will come back in | |
| We' re at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We' ve left our lovers waiting, spent our juices masturbating | |
| Now I think it' s time we start to build something that has a heart | |
| The air is growing thick with tones that just might bring these scattered bones together again | |
| One morning we woke up to find the chasm had become so wide | |
| Between us and our fathers, while we slept the space grew larger | |
| We could feel the shadow, we could hear the echo | |
| Of a song I know he used to sing, start to remember how it begins | |
| We' re at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We' ve sent our vessels out to sea, tied our feathers to the tree | |
| Spent the winter on our knees, looking for these melodies | |
| The songs of a forgotten king who longs to hear his people sing together again |
| zuò qǔ : Webley | |
| One day the knife began to fall and as it dropped I heard it call | |
| Oh father, see how I have grown, the bastard fruit of seed you' ve sown | |
| Lost my erection, saw my reflection, it was hard to see that face | |
| He said " Welcome home, brother, how have you been?" | |
| We' re at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We' ve gone through the valley, we' ve borne our burden badly | |
| But lift up your ears and turn around, I think I can hear a sound | |
| The tune is sweet, the rhythm strong, the music that could bring us all together again | |
| One night I left my lady' s side, I felt some change within the tide | |
| Pulled a blanket over me and set my little boat to sea | |
| I could feel the waves come and find the rhythm | |
| The ocean won' t let you forget, the tide rolls out, but the tide will come back in | |
| We' re at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We' ve left our lovers waiting, spent our juices masturbating | |
| Now I think it' s time we start to build something that has a heart | |
| The air is growing thick with tones that just might bring these scattered bones together again | |
| One morning we woke up to find the chasm had become so wide | |
| Between us and our fathers, while we slept the space grew larger | |
| We could feel the shadow, we could hear the echo | |
| Of a song I know he used to sing, start to remember how it begins | |
| We' re at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows | |
| No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at | |
| We' ve sent our vessels out to sea, tied our feathers to the tree | |
| Spent the winter on our knees, looking for these melodies | |
| The songs of a forgotten king who longs to hear his people sing together again |
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