Aspects of Spirit 歌词

	作曲 : Charlie, Jermey, Jon ...
	Now you're walking that well-healed ground
	Upon a fragile course
	The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down
	Cos the hero
	Blake could not be found
	And there's a lot of faking going down
	The smoke that clouded your eyes
	Was a daily event
	And those weren't ghosts they were only men
	Just the beauty that you sensed
	Could heal all indifference
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can't believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we'd left for dead
	The Darkened streets for a guide
	We Search vainly for your sight
	The Tension rising on every side
	You find comfort in its might
	But that sun burns more than she lights
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can't believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we'd left for dead
	Further down in this town
	You hear the common word of mouth
	That back-street talk just a hollow sound
	Cos the hero
	Blake could not be found
	And there's a lot of faking going down
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can't believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we'd left for dead

	zuo qu : Charlie, Jermey, Jon ...
	Now you' re walking that wellhealed ground
	Upon a fragile course
	The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down
	Cos the hero
	Blake could not be found
	And there' s a lot of faking going down
	The smoke that clouded your eyes
	Was a daily event
	And those weren' t ghosts they were only men
	Just the beauty that you sensed
	Could heal all indifference
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can' t believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we' d left for dead
	The Darkened streets for a guide
	We Search vainly for your sight
	The Tension rising on every side
	You find comfort in its might
	But that sun burns more than she lights
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can' t believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we' d left for dead
	Further down in this town
	You hear the common word of mouth
	That backstreet talk just a hollow sound
	Cos the hero
	Blake could not be found
	And there' s a lot of faking going down
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can' t believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we' d left for dead

	zuò qǔ : Charlie, Jermey, Jon ...
	Now you' re walking that wellhealed ground
	Upon a fragile course
	The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down
	Cos the hero
	Blake could not be found
	And there' s a lot of faking going down
	The smoke that clouded your eyes
	Was a daily event
	And those weren' t ghosts they were only men
	Just the beauty that you sensed
	Could heal all indifference
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can' t believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we' d left for dead
	The Darkened streets for a guide
	We Search vainly for your sight
	The Tension rising on every side
	You find comfort in its might
	But that sun burns more than she lights
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can' t believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we' d left for dead
	Further down in this town
	You hear the common word of mouth
	That backstreet talk just a hollow sound
	Cos the hero
	Blake could not be found
	And there' s a lot of faking going down
	Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
	I can' t believe what
	I have found
	I touched the spirit of this ordinary town
	And in the summer heat
	Under the crowded sheets
	They were feathering the beds
	I felt the spirit
	Of this place we' d left for dead

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