Song | God's Driftwood |
Artist | Abydos |
Album | Little Boy's Heavy Metal Shadow Opera About The Inhabitants Of His Diary |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
The waves are falling out of the virid sea | |
And paint me in the sands where no one waits for me | |
My destiny written from old Father Time | |
A long time ago between all the lines | |
I find the desert rose and swim in a crystal sea | |
I will walk through Wonderland my daddy said to me | |
Now I swim in a sea of tears and rose a desert heart | |
And if this is Wonderland it seems too cold for me | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are - why we're a part of the universe | |
If we misunderstood | |
That God made us drifting wood | |
Then how can we know before we are there | |
When the angel sings to wake up the light of the day | |
Then I can hear the world tell me where I have to stay | |
My destiny is written from old Father Time | |
A long time ago, between all the lines | |
And a blind man living deep inside of me | |
He's afraid to live and not disposed to see | |
He was paralyzed just by the beauty of life | |
To keep it in mind he just closed his eyes | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are - why we're a part of the universe | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are - why we're a part of the universe | |
If we misunderstood | |
That god made us drifting wood | |
Then how can we know before we are there |
zuo qu : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
The waves are falling out of the virid sea | |
And paint me in the sands where no one waits for me | |
My destiny written from old Father Time | |
A long time ago between all the lines | |
I find the desert rose and swim in a crystal sea | |
I will walk through Wonderland my daddy said to me | |
Now I swim in a sea of tears and rose a desert heart | |
And if this is Wonderland it seems too cold for me | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are why we' re a part of the universe | |
If we misunderstood | |
That God made us drifting wood | |
Then how can we know before we are there | |
When the angel sings to wake up the light of the day | |
Then I can hear the world tell me where I have to stay | |
My destiny is written from old Father Time | |
A long time ago, between all the lines | |
And a blind man living deep inside of me | |
He' s afraid to live and not disposed to see | |
He was paralyzed just by the beauty of life | |
To keep it in mind he just closed his eyes | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are why we' re a part of the universe | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are why we' re a part of the universe | |
If we misunderstood | |
That god made us drifting wood | |
Then how can we know before we are there |
zuò qǔ : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
The waves are falling out of the virid sea | |
And paint me in the sands where no one waits for me | |
My destiny written from old Father Time | |
A long time ago between all the lines | |
I find the desert rose and swim in a crystal sea | |
I will walk through Wonderland my daddy said to me | |
Now I swim in a sea of tears and rose a desert heart | |
And if this is Wonderland it seems too cold for me | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are why we' re a part of the universe | |
If we misunderstood | |
That God made us drifting wood | |
Then how can we know before we are there | |
When the angel sings to wake up the light of the day | |
Then I can hear the world tell me where I have to stay | |
My destiny is written from old Father Time | |
A long time ago, between all the lines | |
And a blind man living deep inside of me | |
He' s afraid to live and not disposed to see | |
He was paralyzed just by the beauty of life | |
To keep it in mind he just closed his eyes | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are why we' re a part of the universe | |
Under the rising star | |
Just too small for the sky above | |
Asking for what we are why we' re a part of the universe | |
If we misunderstood | |
That god made us drifting wood | |
Then how can we know before we are there |