Song | Images (Chapter 1) |
Artist | Saga |
Album | Images at Twilight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Saga | |
There he sits | |
Drawing images on the causeway | |
With small bits of chalk | |
He sketches all the lost days | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Wipes them from the ground | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Watching his life drown | |
Dashing past | |
The people circle around him | |
With a laugh | |
A bottle must have drowned him | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Wipes them from the ground | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Change his smiles to frowns | |
None remain | |
Not the friends or possessions | |
Who's to blame | |
With all those good intentions | |
One picture did remain | |
A face that had his name | |
A body lies, no pain | |
Under blankets of warm rain |
zuo qu : Saga | |
There he sits | |
Drawing images on the causeway | |
With small bits of chalk | |
He sketches all the lost days | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Wipes them from the ground | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Watching his life drown | |
Dashing past | |
The people circle around him | |
With a laugh | |
A bottle must have drowned him | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Wipes them from the ground | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Change his smiles to frowns | |
None remain | |
Not the friends or possessions | |
Who' s to blame | |
With all those good intentions | |
One picture did remain | |
A face that had his name | |
A body lies, no pain | |
Under blankets of warm rain |
zuò qǔ : Saga | |
There he sits | |
Drawing images on the causeway | |
With small bits of chalk | |
He sketches all the lost days | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Wipes them from the ground | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Watching his life drown | |
Dashing past | |
The people circle around him | |
With a laugh | |
A bottle must have drowned him | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Wipes them from the ground | |
And the rain keeps coming down | |
Change his smiles to frowns | |
None remain | |
Not the friends or possessions | |
Who' s to blame | |
With all those good intentions | |
One picture did remain | |
A face that had his name | |
A body lies, no pain | |
Under blankets of warm rain |