Song | It's Never Quite What It Seems |
Artist | Over the Rhine |
Album | Good Dog Bad Dog: The Home Recordings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
And your face | |
I do know well | |
Every breath breathes | |
Farewell | |
It's so still | |
No soul could tell | |
But one day | |
Like this | |
The angels fell | |
And it's never quite what it seems | |
And it bleeds | |
This setting sun | |
And my arms ache | |
From holding on | |
Let it go | |
This dying light | |
Makes it hard to tell | |
Wrong from right | |
And it's never quite what it seems | |
All the shadows of our doubts | |
And the light that burns too bright | |
Soon burns out | |
And your face | |
You do know well | |
That the race is lost | |
Hold still | |
Cause the first | |
Shall be the last | |
Those that burn with thirst | |
Will lift their glass | |
And it's never quite what it seems |
zuo ci : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
And your face | |
I do know well | |
Every breath breathes | |
Farewell | |
It' s so still | |
No soul could tell | |
But one day | |
Like this | |
The angels fell | |
And it' s never quite what it seems | |
And it bleeds | |
This setting sun | |
And my arms ache | |
From holding on | |
Let it go | |
This dying light | |
Makes it hard to tell | |
Wrong from right | |
And it' s never quite what it seems | |
All the shadows of our doubts | |
And the light that burns too bright | |
Soon burns out | |
And your face | |
You do know well | |
That the race is lost | |
Hold still | |
Cause the first | |
Shall be the last | |
Those that burn with thirst | |
Will lift their glass | |
And it' s never quite what it seems |
zuò cí : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
And your face | |
I do know well | |
Every breath breathes | |
Farewell | |
It' s so still | |
No soul could tell | |
But one day | |
Like this | |
The angels fell | |
And it' s never quite what it seems | |
And it bleeds | |
This setting sun | |
And my arms ache | |
From holding on | |
Let it go | |
This dying light | |
Makes it hard to tell | |
Wrong from right | |
And it' s never quite what it seems | |
All the shadows of our doubts | |
And the light that burns too bright | |
Soon burns out | |
And your face | |
You do know well | |
That the race is lost | |
Hold still | |
Cause the first | |
Shall be the last | |
Those that burn with thirst | |
Will lift their glass | |
And it' s never quite what it seems |