| Song | On This I Stand |
| Artist | Eyedea & Abilities |
| Album | First Born |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| On this I stand | |
| Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops | |
| And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon | |
| Protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand | |
| A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere | |
| Somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness | |
| So I can bring some there, | |
| I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow | |
| I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow | |
| My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight | |
| When you don't believe in love, | |
| And you just cant cope with hate | |
| Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, | |
| As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust | |
| If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up | |
| Would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain't enough | |
| I've mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess | |
| Now I'm faithful to the wind but compared to it I'm powerless | |
| The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment | |
| The pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it | |
| And as my reflection rippled it all became clear | |
| The seasons always change so there's no reason for fear | |
| We made an autobiography of our pivotal years | |
| Its all I got and I'm giving it you because I care | |
| A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent | |
| Self-projecting state of falsehood | |
| Were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception, | |
| Or too far away to be subjective in any matter | |
| This only widens our void in social conformity | |
| Introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. | |
| I don't write without the intention of objectivity | |
| Or attention in the image | |
| But only as an unright directional bridge | |
| Between the several flowing tunes scripture | |
| Reality is present in countless space and time | |
| See I don't write for the future, | |
| I write about the future, for the present | |
| I write with my past, about the future, for the present. | |
| On this I stand | |
| The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window | |
| Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows | |
| Faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. | |
| On this I stand | |
| A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh | |
| Deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call | |
| Another haul of the quest. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Another loved civilization. | |
| On this I stand | |
| The purity of creation. | |
| On this I stand | |
| A paradigm for self. | |
| On this I stand | |
| I thank you for your help. | |
| On this I stand | |
| My first born child. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Something for now. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Life, love, death and hate. | |
| On this I stand | |
| And helmwood, glad you could relate. Peace... |
| zuo qu : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| On this I stand | |
| Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops | |
| And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon | |
| Protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand | |
| A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere | |
| Somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness | |
| So I can bring some there, | |
| I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow | |
| I' m only deep enough to realize that I' m shallow | |
| My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight | |
| When you don' t believe in love, | |
| And you just cant cope with hate | |
| Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, | |
| As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust | |
| If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up | |
| Would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain' t enough | |
| I' ve mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess | |
| Now I' m faithful to the wind but compared to it I' m powerless | |
| The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment | |
| The pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it | |
| And as my reflection rippled it all became clear | |
| The seasons always change so there' s no reason for fear | |
| We made an autobiography of our pivotal years | |
| Its all I got and I' m giving it you because I care | |
| A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent | |
| Selfprojecting state of falsehood | |
| Were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception, | |
| Or too far away to be subjective in any matter | |
| This only widens our void in social conformity | |
| Introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. | |
| I don' t write without the intention of objectivity | |
| Or attention in the image | |
| But only as an unright directional bridge | |
| Between the several flowing tunes scripture | |
| Reality is present in countless space and time | |
| See I don' t write for the future, | |
| I write about the future, for the present | |
| I write with my past, about the future, for the present. | |
| On this I stand | |
| The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window | |
| Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows | |
| Faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. | |
| On this I stand | |
| A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh | |
| Deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call | |
| Another haul of the quest. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Another loved civilization. | |
| On this I stand | |
| The purity of creation. | |
| On this I stand | |
| A paradigm for self. | |
| On this I stand | |
| I thank you for your help. | |
| On this I stand | |
| My first born child. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Something for now. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Life, love, death and hate. | |
| On this I stand | |
| And helmwood, glad you could relate. Peace... |
| zuò qǔ : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| On this I stand | |
| Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops | |
| And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon | |
| Protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand | |
| A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere | |
| Somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness | |
| So I can bring some there, | |
| I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow | |
| I' m only deep enough to realize that I' m shallow | |
| My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight | |
| When you don' t believe in love, | |
| And you just cant cope with hate | |
| Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, | |
| As the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust | |
| If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up | |
| Would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain' t enough | |
| I' ve mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess | |
| Now I' m faithful to the wind but compared to it I' m powerless | |
| The first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment | |
| The pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it | |
| And as my reflection rippled it all became clear | |
| The seasons always change so there' s no reason for fear | |
| We made an autobiography of our pivotal years | |
| Its all I got and I' m giving it you because I care | |
| A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent | |
| Selfprojecting state of falsehood | |
| Were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception, | |
| Or too far away to be subjective in any matter | |
| This only widens our void in social conformity | |
| Introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. | |
| I don' t write without the intention of objectivity | |
| Or attention in the image | |
| But only as an unright directional bridge | |
| Between the several flowing tunes scripture | |
| Reality is present in countless space and time | |
| See I don' t write for the future, | |
| I write about the future, for the present | |
| I write with my past, about the future, for the present. | |
| On this I stand | |
| The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window | |
| Waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows | |
| Faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. | |
| On this I stand | |
| A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh | |
| Deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call | |
| Another haul of the quest. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Another loved civilization. | |
| On this I stand | |
| The purity of creation. | |
| On this I stand | |
| A paradigm for self. | |
| On this I stand | |
| I thank you for your help. | |
| On this I stand | |
| My first born child. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Something for now. | |
| On this I stand | |
| Life, love, death and hate. | |
| On this I stand | |
| And helmwood, glad you could relate. Peace... |