Song | The Demented Man |
Artist | Hawkwind |
Album | Warrior on the Edge of Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brock | |
The questions asked but never known, | |
The feeling governs which way | |
I'll goEndless circles on my mind | |
Spiralling a downward climb | |
Which way | |
I'll go.The thoughts are there for you to find, | |
But you never know which way | |
I'll goThose flashing lights are warning me | |
But ever-bidding voices see | |
You're caught in a web of emptiness | |
The tales told the path you tread | |
Does it lead into your head? | |
Or back to a world of emptiness? | |
Smiling faces watching me | |
Helping hands just wait and see | |
Which way | |
I'll goWhite walls stretching in the sun | |
Was it here that | |
I began which way | |
I'll goFaintly voices plead with me, | |
Ever asking, ever seeing | |
Which way | |
I'll go.Those flashing lights are warning me | |
But ever-bidding voices see | |
You're caught in a web of emptiness | |
The tales told the path you tread | |
Does it lead into your head? | |
Or back to a world of emptiness? |
zuo ci : Brock | |
The questions asked but never known, | |
The feeling governs which way | |
I' ll goEndless circles on my mind | |
Spiralling a downward climb | |
Which way | |
I' ll go. The thoughts are there for you to find, | |
But you never know which way | |
I' ll goThose flashing lights are warning me | |
But everbidding voices see | |
You' re caught in a web of emptiness | |
The tales told the path you tread | |
Does it lead into your head? | |
Or back to a world of emptiness? | |
Smiling faces watching me | |
Helping hands just wait and see | |
Which way | |
I' ll goWhite walls stretching in the sun | |
Was it here that | |
I began which way | |
I' ll goFaintly voices plead with me, | |
Ever asking, ever seeing | |
Which way | |
I' ll go. Those flashing lights are warning me | |
But everbidding voices see | |
You' re caught in a web of emptiness | |
The tales told the path you tread | |
Does it lead into your head? | |
Or back to a world of emptiness? |
zuò cí : Brock | |
The questions asked but never known, | |
The feeling governs which way | |
I' ll goEndless circles on my mind | |
Spiralling a downward climb | |
Which way | |
I' ll go. The thoughts are there for you to find, | |
But you never know which way | |
I' ll goThose flashing lights are warning me | |
But everbidding voices see | |
You' re caught in a web of emptiness | |
The tales told the path you tread | |
Does it lead into your head? | |
Or back to a world of emptiness? | |
Smiling faces watching me | |
Helping hands just wait and see | |
Which way | |
I' ll goWhite walls stretching in the sun | |
Was it here that | |
I began which way | |
I' ll goFaintly voices plead with me, | |
Ever asking, ever seeing | |
Which way | |
I' ll go. Those flashing lights are warning me | |
But everbidding voices see | |
You' re caught in a web of emptiness | |
The tales told the path you tread | |
Does it lead into your head? | |
Or back to a world of emptiness? |