歌曲 | Where Will I Be |
歌手 | Emmylou Harris |
专辑 | Wrecking Ball |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lanois | |
(daniel lanois) | |
The streets are cracked | |
And there's glass everywhere | |
And a baby stares out | |
With motherless eyes | |
Under long gone beauty | |
On fields of war | |
Trapped in lament | |
To the poet's core | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Met an indian boy in ottawa | |
He laid me down on a bed of straw | |
Said don't waste your breath | |
Don't waste your heart | |
Don't blister your heels | |
Running in the dark | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Yeah i like the heat | |
Of your body laying under me | |
May your wild lip get you where your going | |
With your inventions your intentions, your laughter | |
Your forever yearning | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
I walked to the river | |
And i walked to the rim | |
I walked through the teeth of the reaper's grin | |
I walked to you rolled up in wire | |
To the other side of desire | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Oh where oh where oh where when that trumpet sounds | |
Oh where oh where oh when that trumpet sounds | |
Well the heart opens wide like it's never seen love | |
And addiction stays on tight like a glove | |
Oh where oh where will i be |
zuo ci : Lanois | |
daniel lanois | |
The streets are cracked | |
And there' s glass everywhere | |
And a baby stares out | |
With motherless eyes | |
Under long gone beauty | |
On fields of war | |
Trapped in lament | |
To the poet' s core | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Met an indian boy in ottawa | |
He laid me down on a bed of straw | |
Said don' t waste your breath | |
Don' t waste your heart | |
Don' t blister your heels | |
Running in the dark | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Yeah i like the heat | |
Of your body laying under me | |
May your wild lip get you where your going | |
With your inventions your intentions, your laughter | |
Your forever yearning | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
I walked to the river | |
And i walked to the rim | |
I walked through the teeth of the reaper' s grin | |
I walked to you rolled up in wire | |
To the other side of desire | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Oh where oh where oh where when that trumpet sounds | |
Oh where oh where oh when that trumpet sounds | |
Well the heart opens wide like it' s never seen love | |
And addiction stays on tight like a glove | |
Oh where oh where will i be |
zuò cí : Lanois | |
daniel lanois | |
The streets are cracked | |
And there' s glass everywhere | |
And a baby stares out | |
With motherless eyes | |
Under long gone beauty | |
On fields of war | |
Trapped in lament | |
To the poet' s core | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Met an indian boy in ottawa | |
He laid me down on a bed of straw | |
Said don' t waste your breath | |
Don' t waste your heart | |
Don' t blister your heels | |
Running in the dark | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Yeah i like the heat | |
Of your body laying under me | |
May your wild lip get you where your going | |
With your inventions your intentions, your laughter | |
Your forever yearning | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
I walked to the river | |
And i walked to the rim | |
I walked through the teeth of the reaper' s grin | |
I walked to you rolled up in wire | |
To the other side of desire | |
Oh where oh where will i be | |
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds | |
Oh where oh where oh where when that trumpet sounds | |
Oh where oh where oh when that trumpet sounds | |
Well the heart opens wide like it' s never seen love | |
And addiction stays on tight like a glove | |
Oh where oh where will i be |