Song | Cold Truth |
Artist | The Guggenheim Grotto |
Album | ...Waltzing Alone |
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作曲 : May | |
Hey Maria, I've been thinking, | |
been thinking bout moving.... far away | |
cross the sea, maybe, somewhere cold and magnificent | |
hey Maria, I'm losing bits of myself to this tired place, | |
I'm losing the taste and the hunger for some cold truth magnificent | |
you see here, this is my time | |
and it's high time this bird flew the coop | |
pulled his neck from the noose and set out upon those | |
cold, cold north winds Maria, | |
now it's high tide, time I untied and brought back that man | |
that you thought a mystic so many moons ago | |
Hey Maria, I've been thinking, | |
been thinking I'm afraid.... afraid of dying | |
before I've made peace with the least thing I've done in my time | |
so set yourself yeah, lets set sail.... | |
for some cold, cold, cold, cold truth | |
(chorus) |
zuo qu : May | |
Hey Maria, I' ve been thinking, | |
been thinking bout moving.... far away | |
cross the sea, maybe, somewhere cold and magnificent | |
hey Maria, I' m losing bits of myself to this tired place, | |
I' m losing the taste and the hunger for some cold truth magnificent | |
you see here, this is my time | |
and it' s high time this bird flew the coop | |
pulled his neck from the noose and set out upon those | |
cold, cold north winds Maria, | |
now it' s high tide, time I untied and brought back that man | |
that you thought a mystic so many moons ago | |
Hey Maria, I' ve been thinking, | |
been thinking I' m afraid.... afraid of dying | |
before I' ve made peace with the least thing I' ve done in my time | |
so set yourself yeah, lets set sail.... | |
for some cold, cold, cold, cold truth | |
chorus |
zuò qǔ : May | |
Hey Maria, I' ve been thinking, | |
been thinking bout moving.... far away | |
cross the sea, maybe, somewhere cold and magnificent | |
hey Maria, I' m losing bits of myself to this tired place, | |
I' m losing the taste and the hunger for some cold truth magnificent | |
you see here, this is my time | |
and it' s high time this bird flew the coop | |
pulled his neck from the noose and set out upon those | |
cold, cold north winds Maria, | |
now it' s high tide, time I untied and brought back that man | |
that you thought a mystic so many moons ago | |
Hey Maria, I' ve been thinking, | |
been thinking I' m afraid.... afraid of dying | |
before I' ve made peace with the least thing I' ve done in my time | |
so set yourself yeah, lets set sail.... | |
for some cold, cold, cold, cold truth | |
chorus |