Song | Saint Isabelle |
Artist | Tom Morello |
Album | The Fabled City |
作曲 : Morello | |
Innocence and | |
Suffering, | |
Loneliness and | |
GracePain and | |
Love and Beauty, | |
Laughter, | |
Death and | |
FaithWhere the rising fortune, meets the setting sun | |
Im afraid, my friend, when one is left it's just the same as none. | |
I will always stand beside you | |
Defend you and | |
Mend you, | |
Sanctify you | |
I'll Hold you and | |
Keep you and | |
Fight beside you | |
I'll follow you down love | |
I'm right behind you | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
The textbooks on the table, the radio's on the the shelfand thank you for the offer, but | |
I'll sing this one myself | |
In reverential silence, the crowd sat in the pews | |
I climbed and climbed for hours, but oh my what a view. | |
I will always stand beside you | |
Defend you and | |
Mend you, | |
Sanctify you | |
I'll Hold you and | |
Keep you and | |
Fight beside you | |
I'll follow you down love im right behind you. | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
God make a road straight, | |
God make a road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
Im surprised you didn't come forward, when the cops dragged me away | |
There's a museum in the | |
Netherlands | |
I hope to see again someday | |
There's a painting of a woman gathering wood, | |
It's almost dark. | |
In a world bereft of meaning, theres a flicker in the hearth | |
I will always stand beside you | |
Defend you and | |
Mend you, | |
Sanctify you | |
I'll Hold you and | |
Keep you and | |
Fight beside you | |
I'll follow you down love im right behind you. | |
I'll follow you down love im right behind you | |
Follow you down love im right behind you | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through. |
zuò qǔ : Morello | |
Innocence and | |
Suffering, | |
Loneliness and | |
GracePain and | |
Love and Beauty, | |
Laughter, | |
Death and | |
FaithWhere the rising fortune, meets the setting sun | |
Im afraid, my friend, when one is left it' s just the same as none. | |
I will always stand beside you | |
Defend you and | |
Mend you, | |
Sanctify you | |
I' ll Hold you and | |
Keep you and | |
Fight beside you | |
I' ll follow you down love | |
I' m right behind you | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
The textbooks on the table, the radio' s on the the shelfand thank you for the offer, but | |
I' ll sing this one myself | |
In reverential silence, the crowd sat in the pews | |
I climbed and climbed for hours, but oh my what a view. | |
I will always stand beside you | |
Defend you and | |
Mend you, | |
Sanctify you | |
I' ll Hold you and | |
Keep you and | |
Fight beside you | |
I' ll follow you down love im right behind you. | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
God make a road straight, | |
God make a road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
Im surprised you didn' t come forward, when the cops dragged me away | |
There' s a museum in the | |
Netherlands | |
I hope to see again someday | |
There' s a painting of a woman gathering wood, | |
It' s almost dark. | |
In a world bereft of meaning, theres a flicker in the hearth | |
I will always stand beside you | |
Defend you and | |
Mend you, | |
Sanctify you | |
I' ll Hold you and | |
Keep you and | |
Fight beside you | |
I' ll follow you down love im right behind you. | |
I' ll follow you down love im right behind you | |
Follow you down love im right behind you | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through | |
God make her road straight, | |
God make her road true | |
Saint Isabelle is coming through. |