Song | Midheaven |
Artist | Steve Von Till |
Album | As the Crow Flies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : VonTill | |
Why can't I rest a while? This unease in my chest | |
A nauseous burning keeps me awake to swim inside | |
To consume myself with fears of what I've given | |
A piece of my breath, and the power to destroy | |
In this house midheaven, my hopes and dreams are tied | |
The archer's bow is lifted and takes aim at my heart | |
Never did I catch sight of the weapon raised | |
Though it had been woven into my weave of fate |
zuo qu : VonTill | |
Why can' t I rest a while? This unease in my chest | |
A nauseous burning keeps me awake to swim inside | |
To consume myself with fears of what I' ve given | |
A piece of my breath, and the power to destroy | |
In this house midheaven, my hopes and dreams are tied | |
The archer' s bow is lifted and takes aim at my heart | |
Never did I catch sight of the weapon raised | |
Though it had been woven into my weave of fate |
zuò qǔ : VonTill | |
Why can' t I rest a while? This unease in my chest | |
A nauseous burning keeps me awake to swim inside | |
To consume myself with fears of what I' ve given | |
A piece of my breath, and the power to destroy | |
In this house midheaven, my hopes and dreams are tied | |
The archer' s bow is lifted and takes aim at my heart | |
Never did I catch sight of the weapon raised | |
Though it had been woven into my weave of fate |