Song | One Wind Blows |
Artist | Toad the Wet Sprocket |
Album | Bread & Circus |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
Wouldn't know any more than home | |
And couldn't see much further | |
And light won't help | |
A wound untended grows | |
And never heals | |
Standing face to east | |
Waiting for an answer | |
But the only sound is desert wind | |
And when the wind was cold | |
Bundled up and packed away we shiver still | |
Finding more than one wind blows | |
I couldn't sleep | |
Something kept me still and wide awake | |
And gnawing at my breast | |
Something i don't know | |
I couldn't shake it | |
Laying face to wall | |
Plaster tells me nothing | |
But i sense a movement somewhere else | |
And 'though it's far away | |
Bundled up in safety here i shiver still | |
Finding more than one wind blows | |
He walked alone | |
Facing wind and snow | |
Moving slowly | |
He staggers, moves again | |
Somehow stronger now | |
The wind won't touch him | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
Wouldn' t know any more than home | |
And couldn' t see much further | |
And light won' t help | |
A wound untended grows | |
And never heals | |
Standing face to east | |
Waiting for an answer | |
But the only sound is desert wind | |
And when the wind was cold | |
Bundled up and packed away we shiver still | |
Finding more than one wind blows | |
I couldn' t sleep | |
Something kept me still and wide awake | |
And gnawing at my breast | |
Something i don' t know | |
I couldn' t shake it | |
Laying face to wall | |
Plaster tells me nothing | |
But i sense a movement somewhere else | |
And ' though it' s far away | |
Bundled up in safety here i shiver still | |
Finding more than one wind blows | |
He walked alone | |
Facing wind and snow | |
Moving slowly | |
He staggers, moves again | |
Somehow stronger now | |
The wind won' t touch him | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
Wouldn' t know any more than home | |
And couldn' t see much further | |
And light won' t help | |
A wound untended grows | |
And never heals | |
Standing face to east | |
Waiting for an answer | |
But the only sound is desert wind | |
And when the wind was cold | |
Bundled up and packed away we shiver still | |
Finding more than one wind blows | |
I couldn' t sleep | |
Something kept me still and wide awake | |
And gnawing at my breast | |
Something i don' t know | |
I couldn' t shake it | |
Laying face to wall | |
Plaster tells me nothing | |
But i sense a movement somewhere else | |
And ' though it' s far away | |
Bundled up in safety here i shiver still | |
Finding more than one wind blows | |
He walked alone | |
Facing wind and snow | |
Moving slowly | |
He staggers, moves again | |
Somehow stronger now | |
The wind won' t touch him | |
Chorus |