Song | Touching the Ice |
Artist | Demon |
Album | British Standard Approved |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hill, Spooner | |
Heading in the new direction | |
Old bulldogs had its day | |
Steel wheels moving in slow motion | |
Think it's time to take our place | |
Let's rattle the cage | |
Work the machine | |
Let'em know who you are | |
Shine to be seen | |
Crushed the cold hands of tradition | |
Who cares where you come from? | |
We're receivers of progression | |
Not signals out of phase | |
The mood on the street | |
Can't hold the line | |
To where will it lead? | |
Move on the tide | |
We are touching the whole human race | |
We are touching now | |
We are touching a time and a place | |
We are touching now | |
Touching, touching | |
Touching, touching | |
As we race to meet the future | |
A generation after face | |
Knowing nothing's really certain | |
Only the chance we gotta take | |
Don't need the disguise | |
To hide the mistakes | |
Rather run 'gainst the odds | |
Than sail on the waste | |
From the start of the gun | |
To the crossing of tape | |
In the eyes of the world | |
There's no escape | |
We are touching the whole human race | |
We are touching now | |
We are touching a time and a place | |
We are touching now |
zuo qu : Hill, Spooner | |
Heading in the new direction | |
Old bulldogs had its day | |
Steel wheels moving in slow motion | |
Think it' s time to take our place | |
Let' s rattle the cage | |
Work the machine | |
Let' em know who you are | |
Shine to be seen | |
Crushed the cold hands of tradition | |
Who cares where you come from? | |
We' re receivers of progression | |
Not signals out of phase | |
The mood on the street | |
Can' t hold the line | |
To where will it lead? | |
Move on the tide | |
We are touching the whole human race | |
We are touching now | |
We are touching a time and a place | |
We are touching now | |
Touching, touching | |
Touching, touching | |
As we race to meet the future | |
A generation after face | |
Knowing nothing' s really certain | |
Only the chance we gotta take | |
Don' t need the disguise | |
To hide the mistakes | |
Rather run ' gainst the odds | |
Than sail on the waste | |
From the start of the gun | |
To the crossing of tape | |
In the eyes of the world | |
There' s no escape | |
We are touching the whole human race | |
We are touching now | |
We are touching a time and a place | |
We are touching now |
zuò qǔ : Hill, Spooner | |
Heading in the new direction | |
Old bulldogs had its day | |
Steel wheels moving in slow motion | |
Think it' s time to take our place | |
Let' s rattle the cage | |
Work the machine | |
Let' em know who you are | |
Shine to be seen | |
Crushed the cold hands of tradition | |
Who cares where you come from? | |
We' re receivers of progression | |
Not signals out of phase | |
The mood on the street | |
Can' t hold the line | |
To where will it lead? | |
Move on the tide | |
We are touching the whole human race | |
We are touching now | |
We are touching a time and a place | |
We are touching now | |
Touching, touching | |
Touching, touching | |
As we race to meet the future | |
A generation after face | |
Knowing nothing' s really certain | |
Only the chance we gotta take | |
Don' t need the disguise | |
To hide the mistakes | |
Rather run ' gainst the odds | |
Than sail on the waste | |
From the start of the gun | |
To the crossing of tape | |
In the eyes of the world | |
There' s no escape | |
We are touching the whole human race | |
We are touching now | |
We are touching a time and a place | |
We are touching now |