Song | Warning of a Storm |
Artist | Steve Von Till |
Album | As the Crow Flies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : VonTill | |
Staring out the window pane | |
Seeing through yourself | |
Counting your blessings again | |
Wondering when it will be | |
And how it can be then | |
See the warnings of a storm | |
As patterns unfold themselves | |
To try and be whole | |
Is this too much to ask | |
To live free with a quiet mind | |
And trust in someone else | |
I want to believe in the sun | |
Who in all its splendor is dying | |
I desire the solidness of earth | |
This ground is still shaking apart | |
What will be, will be |
zuo qu : VonTill | |
Staring out the window pane | |
Seeing through yourself | |
Counting your blessings again | |
Wondering when it will be | |
And how it can be then | |
See the warnings of a storm | |
As patterns unfold themselves | |
To try and be whole | |
Is this too much to ask | |
To live free with a quiet mind | |
And trust in someone else | |
I want to believe in the sun | |
Who in all its splendor is dying | |
I desire the solidness of earth | |
This ground is still shaking apart | |
What will be, will be |
zuò qǔ : VonTill | |
Staring out the window pane | |
Seeing through yourself | |
Counting your blessings again | |
Wondering when it will be | |
And how it can be then | |
See the warnings of a storm | |
As patterns unfold themselves | |
To try and be whole | |
Is this too much to ask | |
To live free with a quiet mind | |
And trust in someone else | |
I want to believe in the sun | |
Who in all its splendor is dying | |
I desire the solidness of earth | |
This ground is still shaking apart | |
What will be, will be |