Song | The Great Charade |
Artist | Elegy |
Album | Forbidden Fruit |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Larrs, Parry | |
An' through the mist | |
I see, an image standing there | |
But do my eyes deceive me | |
I'm seeing what | |
I see, what is reality | |
It's just a game | |
The great charade, which we play | |
Are we here, to pick out the clues | |
Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see | |
Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing's real | |
Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet | |
Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems | |
A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view | |
With no beginning or ending | |
Our rationality, we think therefore we are | |
If it's a game, who makes the rules | |
An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see | |
Beneath the mysteries, the magic | |
Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are | |
The choice is ours, if we choose |
zuo qu : Larrs, Parry | |
An' through the mist | |
I see, an image standing there | |
But do my eyes deceive me | |
I' m seeing what | |
I see, what is reality | |
It' s just a game | |
The great charade, which we play | |
Are we here, to pick out the clues | |
Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see | |
Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing' s real | |
Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet | |
Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems | |
A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view | |
With no beginning or ending | |
Our rationality, we think therefore we are | |
If it' s a game, who makes the rules | |
An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see | |
Beneath the mysteries, the magic | |
Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are | |
The choice is ours, if we choose |
zuò qǔ : Larrs, Parry | |
An' through the mist | |
I see, an image standing there | |
But do my eyes deceive me | |
I' m seeing what | |
I see, what is reality | |
It' s just a game | |
The great charade, which we play | |
Are we here, to pick out the clues | |
Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see | |
Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing' s real | |
Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet | |
Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems | |
A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view | |
With no beginning or ending | |
Our rationality, we think therefore we are | |
If it' s a game, who makes the rules | |
An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see | |
Beneath the mysteries, the magic | |
Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are | |
The choice is ours, if we choose |