Song | Nothijngrad |
Artist | Novembre |
Album | Materia [Peaceville/Snapper] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Orlando, Orlando, Pagliuso | |
Sometimes the night | |
Brings memories, sometimes the night | |
Brings feelings you thought they are died | |
In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes | |
The night | |
This time a sea of ox-eyes | |
Painting the irises of white | |
Flooding mi senses with light | |
Filling my forgotten halls with bright | |
Because the lanes of the night | |
Always lead to railways blind | |
Always lead to the most pointless rhymes | |
Rhymes of life that sometimes we must write | |
Take the hand that is given to you | |
Let yourself to this | |
Sunday morning | |
We're riding this shore to some-place beyond | |
So don't ever believe we'd stop by | |
A thousand years we've got ahead of your eyes [x2] | |
The further sight, always the farthest of sights | |
The farthest sight | |
Pride and might | |
We believe it's | |
Nothijngrad |
zuo qu : Orlando, Orlando, Pagliuso | |
Sometimes the night | |
Brings memories, sometimes the night | |
Brings feelings you thought they are died | |
In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes | |
The night | |
This time a sea of oxeyes | |
Painting the irises of white | |
Flooding mi senses with light | |
Filling my forgotten halls with bright | |
Because the lanes of the night | |
Always lead to railways blind | |
Always lead to the most pointless rhymes | |
Rhymes of life that sometimes we must write | |
Take the hand that is given to you | |
Let yourself to this | |
Sunday morning | |
We' re riding this shore to someplace beyond | |
So don' t ever believe we' d stop by | |
A thousand years we' ve got ahead of your eyes x2 | |
The further sight, always the farthest of sights | |
The farthest sight | |
Pride and might | |
We believe it' s | |
Nothijngrad |
zuò qǔ : Orlando, Orlando, Pagliuso | |
Sometimes the night | |
Brings memories, sometimes the night | |
Brings feelings you thought they are died | |
In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes | |
The night | |
This time a sea of oxeyes | |
Painting the irises of white | |
Flooding mi senses with light | |
Filling my forgotten halls with bright | |
Because the lanes of the night | |
Always lead to railways blind | |
Always lead to the most pointless rhymes | |
Rhymes of life that sometimes we must write | |
Take the hand that is given to you | |
Let yourself to this | |
Sunday morning | |
We' re riding this shore to someplace beyond | |
So don' t ever believe we' d stop by | |
A thousand years we' ve got ahead of your eyes x2 | |
The further sight, always the farthest of sights | |
The farthest sight | |
Pride and might | |
We believe it' s | |
Nothijngrad |