歌曲 | Shine |
歌手 | Edenbridge |
专辑 | Shine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The night is drawing on | |
But all the strain not told on him | |
And he won’t fall into the sleep of the just | |
To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder | |
He is as good as gold and searching for trust | |
Be, to be the | |
Harlequin who shines in dead gold | |
To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold | |
See, see the evening star in this sunset glow | |
Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow | |
Strike the sands of ever | |
The lingering sound of dreams | |
In harsh reality | |
Turn over a new leaf | |
Ardently desired | |
And forever | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine | |
Sometimes he’s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream | |
And he won’t never shift the blame on you | |
Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action | |
When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue | |
He, he’s not the silver slave supposed to be | |
He’s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy | |
See, so now the odds are even literally true | |
There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo | |
Strike the sands of ever | |
The lingering sound of dreams | |
In harsh reality | |
Turn over a new leaf | |
Ardently desired | |
And forever | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine | |
Don’t clip those wings of a flying | |
When wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
But still there is life among dying | |
The far cry off and make-believe | |
In this palatial hallway | |
Should all be null and void | |
Between the tricks of fortune | |
In years that he enjoyed? | |
He is the one enigma | |
High flown beneath the sun | |
Is he the last resort | |
When future has begun? | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine |
The night is drawing on | |
But all the strain not told on him | |
And he won' t fall into the sleep of the just | |
To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder | |
He is as good as gold and searching for trust | |
Be, to be the | |
Harlequin who shines in dead gold | |
To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold | |
See, see the evening star in this sunset glow | |
Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow | |
Strike the sands of ever | |
The lingering sound of dreams | |
In harsh reality | |
Turn over a new leaf | |
Ardently desired | |
And forever | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine | |
Sometimes he' s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream | |
And he won' t never shift the blame on you | |
Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action | |
When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue | |
He, he' s not the silver slave supposed to be | |
He' s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy | |
See, so now the odds are even literally true | |
There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo | |
Strike the sands of ever | |
The lingering sound of dreams | |
In harsh reality | |
Turn over a new leaf | |
Ardently desired | |
And forever | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine | |
Don' t clip those wings of a flying | |
When wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
But still there is life among dying | |
The far cry off and makebelieve | |
In this palatial hallway | |
Should all be null and void | |
Between the tricks of fortune | |
In years that he enjoyed? | |
He is the one enigma | |
High flown beneath the sun | |
Is he the last resort | |
When future has begun? | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine |
The night is drawing on | |
But all the strain not told on him | |
And he won' t fall into the sleep of the just | |
To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder | |
He is as good as gold and searching for trust | |
Be, to be the | |
Harlequin who shines in dead gold | |
To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold | |
See, see the evening star in this sunset glow | |
Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow | |
Strike the sands of ever | |
The lingering sound of dreams | |
In harsh reality | |
Turn over a new leaf | |
Ardently desired | |
And forever | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine | |
Sometimes he' s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream | |
And he won' t never shift the blame on you | |
Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action | |
When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue | |
He, he' s not the silver slave supposed to be | |
He' s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy | |
See, so now the odds are even literally true | |
There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo | |
Strike the sands of ever | |
The lingering sound of dreams | |
In harsh reality | |
Turn over a new leaf | |
Ardently desired | |
And forever | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine | |
Don' t clip those wings of a flying | |
When wearing your heart on your sleeve | |
But still there is life among dying | |
The far cry off and makebelieve | |
In this palatial hallway | |
Should all be null and void | |
Between the tricks of fortune | |
In years that he enjoyed? | |
He is the one enigma | |
High flown beneath the sun | |
Is he the last resort | |
When future has begun? | |
Shine, it fired his imagination so far | |
And he gave rise to hope | |
Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar | |
To the dancer on a rope | |
Shine, so where' s the difference between man and machine? | |
And who will draw the line? | |
Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been | |
May all the ways then shine |