Song | Field of Hours |
Artist | The Obsessed |
Album | The Church Within |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Obsessed, Wino | |
This field of yours | |
I can see in my head | |
Where bodies' heart speaks with meadows | |
Cool falls, metal façade, can ride | |
This day look at those around you | |
Find your better way | |
This painful darkness | |
Is shrouding my soul, we watched | |
The starlight sparkle, brings | |
Warmth from this cold | |
Oh, this cruel subjection, of laughing | |
Tears, unknown direction | |
Face these coming years | |
These three words of living | |
Now have been said | |
Your plans for future giving | |
You wish to be dead, understandings | |
Clear now, I've seen the course | |
But you got the gift of wings girl | |
There for you to fly | |
Calling out, calling names | |
People's minds, just people's games | |
Thrown above forced to play | |
I never willed you pain | |
Maybe so, a mistake, I didn't | |
Know, all the stakes, this haunting | |
Face, no simple dream, is | |
Deeper now than it seems | |
I only hope, I satisfy, not for me | |
For you I cry, let's share these days | |
With no regrets, what we found | |
Never forget | |
Falling down, falling hard | |
Cannot hide these living scars | |
It takes your life just to learn | |
You can never stop | |
The world turn |
zuo ci : Obsessed, Wino | |
This field of yours | |
I can see in my head | |
Where bodies' heart speaks with meadows | |
Cool falls, metal fa ade, can ride | |
This day look at those around you | |
Find your better way | |
This painful darkness | |
Is shrouding my soul, we watched | |
The starlight sparkle, brings | |
Warmth from this cold | |
Oh, this cruel subjection, of laughing | |
Tears, unknown direction | |
Face these coming years | |
These three words of living | |
Now have been said | |
Your plans for future giving | |
You wish to be dead, understandings | |
Clear now, I' ve seen the course | |
But you got the gift of wings girl | |
There for you to fly | |
Calling out, calling names | |
People' s minds, just people' s games | |
Thrown above forced to play | |
I never willed you pain | |
Maybe so, a mistake, I didn' t | |
Know, all the stakes, this haunting | |
Face, no simple dream, is | |
Deeper now than it seems | |
I only hope, I satisfy, not for me | |
For you I cry, let' s share these days | |
With no regrets, what we found | |
Never forget | |
Falling down, falling hard | |
Cannot hide these living scars | |
It takes your life just to learn | |
You can never stop | |
The world turn |
zuò cí : Obsessed, Wino | |
This field of yours | |
I can see in my head | |
Where bodies' heart speaks with meadows | |
Cool falls, metal fa ade, can ride | |
This day look at those around you | |
Find your better way | |
This painful darkness | |
Is shrouding my soul, we watched | |
The starlight sparkle, brings | |
Warmth from this cold | |
Oh, this cruel subjection, of laughing | |
Tears, unknown direction | |
Face these coming years | |
These three words of living | |
Now have been said | |
Your plans for future giving | |
You wish to be dead, understandings | |
Clear now, I' ve seen the course | |
But you got the gift of wings girl | |
There for you to fly | |
Calling out, calling names | |
People' s minds, just people' s games | |
Thrown above forced to play | |
I never willed you pain | |
Maybe so, a mistake, I didn' t | |
Know, all the stakes, this haunting | |
Face, no simple dream, is | |
Deeper now than it seems | |
I only hope, I satisfy, not for me | |
For you I cry, let' s share these days | |
With no regrets, what we found | |
Never forget | |
Falling down, falling hard | |
Cannot hide these living scars | |
It takes your life just to learn | |
You can never stop | |
The world turn |