Song | In the End |
Artist | Luke Temple |
Album | 出道纪念日 |
There’s a light in the window that reminds me of heaven | |
And the love lightened glow on your face | |
It’s cold here in Iceland and the drunks on the streets | |
Tie chains onto misery’s gates | |
When I look at the clouds sometimes I see angels | |
The wind just a breeze off there wings | |
Then I think of your feel and my mind starts a spinning | |
With all of those possible things | |
In the end dear | |
When your eyes have seen enough | |
The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won’t steel your love | |
The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won’t steel your love | |
In the end dear | |
Though the road was long and tough | |
The light in you will shine above | |
All of us people | |
We’re pulling our wagons | |
Filled with our prizes and shames | |
Sometimes mine is heavy | |
To pull up this hill | |
But I’ll sit and I’ll think just the same | |
Like I do sometimes | |
In the end dear | |
The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won’t steel your love | |
In the end dear the road was long and tough | |
The light in you will shine above |
There' s a light in the window that reminds me of heaven | |
And the love lightened glow on your face | |
It' s cold here in Iceland and the drunks on the streets | |
Tie chains onto misery' s gates | |
When I look at the clouds sometimes I see angels | |
The wind just a breeze off there wings | |
Then I think of your feel and my mind starts a spinning | |
With all of those possible things | |
In the end dear | |
When your eyes have seen enough | |
The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won' t steel your love | |
The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won' t steel your love | |
In the end dear | |
Though the road was long and tough | |
The light in you will shine above | |
All of us people | |
We' re pulling our wagons | |
Filled with our prizes and shames | |
Sometimes mine is heavy | |
To pull up this hill | |
But I' ll sit and I' ll think just the same | |
Like I do sometimes | |
In the end dear | |
The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won' t steel your love | |
In the end dear the road was long and tough | |
The light in you will shine above |