| Song | Vision Bell |
| Artist | Dappled Cities |
| Album | Granddance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dappled Cities | |
| To say you've heard the vision bell, | |
| Means that everything you say is what i'm looking for. | |
| The sounds you see the sights you smell, | |
| The shapes your words are forming | |
| Form a necessary world. | |
| We'll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don't tell your heart... | |
| The patterns of our words collide, | |
| To make a common sense when they are woven in our minds. | |
| Blanket thoughts so kept untold, | |
| And keeping it that way will keep us | |
| Singing through our eyes. | |
| We'll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don't tell your heart... | |
| All the same, | |
| What we're looking for is all the same, | |
| But somehow i'm still looking, oh, | |
| Still listening all the same. | |
| So now you've heard the vision bell, | |
| Everything you say is what i'm looking for. | |
| The sounds you see the sights you smell, | |
| The shapes your words are forming | |
| Form a necessary world. | |
| We'll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don't tell your heart... | |
| Don't tell your heart... |
| zuo qu : Dappled Cities | |
| To say you' ve heard the vision bell, | |
| Means that everything you say is what i' m looking for. | |
| The sounds you see the sights you smell, | |
| The shapes your words are forming | |
| Form a necessary world. | |
| We' ll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don' t tell your heart... | |
| The patterns of our words collide, | |
| To make a common sense when they are woven in our minds. | |
| Blanket thoughts so kept untold, | |
| And keeping it that way will keep us | |
| Singing through our eyes. | |
| We' ll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don' t tell your heart... | |
| All the same, | |
| What we' re looking for is all the same, | |
| But somehow i' m still looking, oh, | |
| Still listening all the same. | |
| So now you' ve heard the vision bell, | |
| Everything you say is what i' m looking for. | |
| The sounds you see the sights you smell, | |
| The shapes your words are forming | |
| Form a necessary world. | |
| We' ll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don' t tell your heart... | |
| Don' t tell your heart... |
| zuò qǔ : Dappled Cities | |
| To say you' ve heard the vision bell, | |
| Means that everything you say is what i' m looking for. | |
| The sounds you see the sights you smell, | |
| The shapes your words are forming | |
| Form a necessary world. | |
| We' ll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don' t tell your heart... | |
| The patterns of our words collide, | |
| To make a common sense when they are woven in our minds. | |
| Blanket thoughts so kept untold, | |
| And keeping it that way will keep us | |
| Singing through our eyes. | |
| We' ll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don' t tell your heart... | |
| All the same, | |
| What we' re looking for is all the same, | |
| But somehow i' m still looking, oh, | |
| Still listening all the same. | |
| So now you' ve heard the vision bell, | |
| Everything you say is what i' m looking for. | |
| The sounds you see the sights you smell, | |
| The shapes your words are forming | |
| Form a necessary world. | |
| We' ll keep the sun for the morning, | |
| But don' t tell your heart... | |
| Don' t tell your heart... |