Song | Instead of an Angle |
Artist | Project Pitchfork |
Album | Kaskade |
作词 : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
A long, long time ago | |
A man with a dice on a chain | |
Had a dream | |
He had a feeling | |
He forgot long time ago | |
Nothing was predictable anymore | |
No control at all | |
This scared him so much | |
He reached for his dice on the chain | |
It used to calm him down | |
But not that time | |
From the sky | |
To the ground | |
Till the end | |
Of the moon | |
And the birth of a sun | |
Into your life | |
From a sight | |
To a view | |
Until the end | |
I will truly care | |
I will follow you | |
Instead of six walls | |
He found one | |
Instead of an angle | |
He found none | |
Instead of a top side | |
He could now choose how to hold it | |
And it never would stay | |
Where he put it | |
No control at all | |
He looked at the thing on his chain | |
A ball so round, so light, so blue | |
Loaded with anger and fear | |
He broke the chain | |
And threw this thing away | |
He awoke and grabbed for his dice | |
In which all his fears | |
Were locked away from the world | |
Except for six doors he left open |
zuò cí : Jansen, Scheuber, Spilles | |
A long, long time ago | |
A man with a dice on a chain | |
Had a dream | |
He had a feeling | |
He forgot long time ago | |
Nothing was predictable anymore | |
No control at all | |
This scared him so much | |
He reached for his dice on the chain | |
It used to calm him down | |
But not that time | |
From the sky | |
To the ground | |
Till the end | |
Of the moon | |
And the birth of a sun | |
Into your life | |
From a sight | |
To a view | |
Until the end | |
I will truly care | |
I will follow you | |
Instead of six walls | |
He found one | |
Instead of an angle | |
He found none | |
Instead of a top side | |
He could now choose how to hold it | |
And it never would stay | |
Where he put it | |
No control at all | |
He looked at the thing on his chain | |
A ball so round, so light, so blue | |
Loaded with anger and fear | |
He broke the chain | |
And threw this thing away | |
He awoke and grabbed for his dice | |
In which all his fears | |
Were locked away from the world | |
Except for six doors he left open |