歌曲 | Denominator Bluise |
歌手 | Danielson Famile |
专辑 | Best of Gloucester County |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : SMITH, DANIEL | |
Gotta put a face | |
To this place | |
I tell you that's all | |
I tell you that's all | |
We're enemies | |
In our own minds | |
And that is our | |
Lowest common denominator | |
Sons + daughters | |
My bruised ego | |
Needs you | |
To complete little me | |
I'm going straight to you my dear Pappa please | |
Come together | |
We'll break bread and | |
Then we'll wait | |
In this home | |
To be filled | |
To be known | |
No longer infants tossed to + fro | |
All of these things | |
Are under your feet | |
Your head over us | |
You're filling us sweetly | |
This body of yours | |
The very firstborn | |
Among all the dead | |
You have all supremely | |
Just as you like | |
You rearrange my | |
Branches disturbing commonalities, 'cause | |
It is the hour | |
We are the Bride | |
The parts + the power | |
One Spirit the Guide | |
The fullness of you who fills everything | |
In every way | |
Since we live by the Spirit | |
Let us keep in step | |
The weak we cannot live without | |
Let's not be proud | |
Let's instead rejoice + be glad | |
For the Wedding of the Lamb has finally come |
zuo ci : SMITH, DANIEL | |
Gotta put a face | |
To this place | |
I tell you that' s all | |
I tell you that' s all | |
We' re enemies | |
In our own minds | |
And that is our | |
Lowest common denominator | |
Sons daughters | |
My bruised ego | |
Needs you | |
To complete little me | |
I' m going straight to you my dear Pappa please | |
Come together | |
We' ll break bread and | |
Then we' ll wait | |
In this home | |
To be filled | |
To be known | |
No longer infants tossed to fro | |
All of these things | |
Are under your feet | |
Your head over us | |
You' re filling us sweetly | |
This body of yours | |
The very firstborn | |
Among all the dead | |
You have all supremely | |
Just as you like | |
You rearrange my | |
Branches disturbing commonalities, ' cause | |
It is the hour | |
We are the Bride | |
The parts the power | |
One Spirit the Guide | |
The fullness of you who fills everything | |
In every way | |
Since we live by the Spirit | |
Let us keep in step | |
The weak we cannot live without | |
Let' s not be proud | |
Let' s instead rejoice be glad | |
For the Wedding of the Lamb has finally come |
zuò cí : SMITH, DANIEL | |
Gotta put a face | |
To this place | |
I tell you that' s all | |
I tell you that' s all | |
We' re enemies | |
In our own minds | |
And that is our | |
Lowest common denominator | |
Sons daughters | |
My bruised ego | |
Needs you | |
To complete little me | |
I' m going straight to you my dear Pappa please | |
Come together | |
We' ll break bread and | |
Then we' ll wait | |
In this home | |
To be filled | |
To be known | |
No longer infants tossed to fro | |
All of these things | |
Are under your feet | |
Your head over us | |
You' re filling us sweetly | |
This body of yours | |
The very firstborn | |
Among all the dead | |
You have all supremely | |
Just as you like | |
You rearrange my | |
Branches disturbing commonalities, ' cause | |
It is the hour | |
We are the Bride | |
The parts the power | |
One Spirit the Guide | |
The fullness of you who fills everything | |
In every way | |
Since we live by the Spirit | |
Let us keep in step | |
The weak we cannot live without | |
Let' s not be proud | |
Let' s instead rejoice be glad | |
For the Wedding of the Lamb has finally come |