Song | Angel Of Solitude |
Artist | Alias |
Album | The Other Side Of The Looking Glass |
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作曲 : Alias | |
I arrive on a breath of velvet wind | |
Begin, enter darkness unseen by those who haven't sinned | |
Slowly step in time with raindrops pelting the earth and soil | |
Quietness to calm the turmoil | |
Slipping into darkness, different than Mr. Lewis | |
I hear "Who's this | |
Walking across my lawn?" | |
My workday begins at breaking dawn | |
With each revolution around that star | |
How will these souls know me | |
When they don't even know who they are? | |
I'm the one who eases blood pressure and eliminates stress | |
Yet doctors work against me | |
And even though they (tried the best one?) | |
Rest assured that I'll inevitably triumph over their attempts | |
It's feeble | |
Cause they don't understand that their temps have one day been granted | |
What they've planted will remain, it's a cycle | |
Just like the rain I step in time with today | |
It falls with the sole purpose of washing all your tears away | |
[Verse 2: Alias] | |
As I stroll silently amongst the shadows | |
I see that I'm between nothingness and eternity | |
I'm the last one you see before your journey | |
And the one who releases answers to your uncertainty | |
Some wish to seek shelter from the rain | |
Thinking they would be avoided by me and my glances inside their brain | |
Look past (hail) thoughts and the occasional tumor | |
To understand how you truly feel | |
How will I approach this case? | |
Thought to self: | |
Look on face for any signs of anxiousness | |
Unhappy with life style i.e. armloads of thanklessness | |
And it is this that gives me my direction | |
Of what they seek | |
My open arms of protection | |
Are waiting for the innocent and meek | |
To come towards me and say, | |
"Let me hear your voice" | |
At that point there's no looking back | |
This is when your soul comes undone | |
And you and your creator once again become one | |
For I will talk about how they have led a fulfilling life, in fact | |
That's when they react | |
With a deep exhale | |
Close their eyes, then turn pale | |
Brief, for I've taken their hand | |
And taken them through their life | |
In a three-second span | |
Decisions, decisions | |
Should I stay or should I go? | |
Coming with me right now would mean... | |
Absolutely nothing (at all/atoll/a toll?) | |
But if they stay to clean up messes | |
We'll have to sit and tell them | |
That today's dreams are tomorrow's successes | |
But you still have time | |
Buy your toys, make the most of it | |
Until I return for your departure | |
Or until my voice becomes clear to start your | |
Journey | |
Into... solitude |
zuo qu : Alias | |
I arrive on a breath of velvet wind | |
Begin, enter darkness unseen by those who haven' t sinned | |
Slowly step in time with raindrops pelting the earth and soil | |
Quietness to calm the turmoil | |
Slipping into darkness, different than Mr. Lewis | |
I hear " Who' s this | |
Walking across my lawn?" | |
My workday begins at breaking dawn | |
With each revolution around that star | |
How will these souls know me | |
When they don' t even know who they are? | |
I' m the one who eases blood pressure and eliminates stress | |
Yet doctors work against me | |
And even though they tried the best one? | |
Rest assured that I' ll inevitably triumph over their attempts | |
It' s feeble | |
Cause they don' t understand that their temps have one day been granted | |
What they' ve planted will remain, it' s a cycle | |
Just like the rain I step in time with today | |
It falls with the sole purpose of washing all your tears away | |
Verse 2: Alias | |
As I stroll silently amongst the shadows | |
I see that I' m between nothingness and eternity | |
I' m the last one you see before your journey | |
And the one who releases answers to your uncertainty | |
Some wish to seek shelter from the rain | |
Thinking they would be avoided by me and my glances inside their brain | |
Look past hail thoughts and the occasional tumor | |
To understand how you truly feel | |
How will I approach this case? | |
Thought to self: | |
Look on face for any signs of anxiousness | |
Unhappy with life style i. e. armloads of thanklessness | |
And it is this that gives me my direction | |
Of what they seek | |
My open arms of protection | |
Are waiting for the innocent and meek | |
To come towards me and say, | |
" Let me hear your voice" | |
At that point there' s no looking back | |
This is when your soul comes undone | |
And you and your creator once again become one | |
For I will talk about how they have led a fulfilling life, in fact | |
That' s when they react | |
With a deep exhale | |
Close their eyes, then turn pale | |
Brief, for I' ve taken their hand | |
And taken them through their life | |
In a threesecond span | |
Decisions, decisions | |
Should I stay or should I go? | |
Coming with me right now would mean... | |
Absolutely nothing at all atoll a toll? | |
But if they stay to clean up messes | |
We' ll have to sit and tell them | |
That today' s dreams are tomorrow' s successes | |
But you still have time | |
Buy your toys, make the most of it | |
Until I return for your departure | |
Or until my voice becomes clear to start your | |
Journey | |
Into... solitude |
zuò qǔ : Alias | |
I arrive on a breath of velvet wind | |
Begin, enter darkness unseen by those who haven' t sinned | |
Slowly step in time with raindrops pelting the earth and soil | |
Quietness to calm the turmoil | |
Slipping into darkness, different than Mr. Lewis | |
I hear " Who' s this | |
Walking across my lawn?" | |
My workday begins at breaking dawn | |
With each revolution around that star | |
How will these souls know me | |
When they don' t even know who they are? | |
I' m the one who eases blood pressure and eliminates stress | |
Yet doctors work against me | |
And even though they tried the best one? | |
Rest assured that I' ll inevitably triumph over their attempts | |
It' s feeble | |
Cause they don' t understand that their temps have one day been granted | |
What they' ve planted will remain, it' s a cycle | |
Just like the rain I step in time with today | |
It falls with the sole purpose of washing all your tears away | |
Verse 2: Alias | |
As I stroll silently amongst the shadows | |
I see that I' m between nothingness and eternity | |
I' m the last one you see before your journey | |
And the one who releases answers to your uncertainty | |
Some wish to seek shelter from the rain | |
Thinking they would be avoided by me and my glances inside their brain | |
Look past hail thoughts and the occasional tumor | |
To understand how you truly feel | |
How will I approach this case? | |
Thought to self: | |
Look on face for any signs of anxiousness | |
Unhappy with life style i. e. armloads of thanklessness | |
And it is this that gives me my direction | |
Of what they seek | |
My open arms of protection | |
Are waiting for the innocent and meek | |
To come towards me and say, | |
" Let me hear your voice" | |
At that point there' s no looking back | |
This is when your soul comes undone | |
And you and your creator once again become one | |
For I will talk about how they have led a fulfilling life, in fact | |
That' s when they react | |
With a deep exhale | |
Close their eyes, then turn pale | |
Brief, for I' ve taken their hand | |
And taken them through their life | |
In a threesecond span | |
Decisions, decisions | |
Should I stay or should I go? | |
Coming with me right now would mean... | |
Absolutely nothing at all atoll a toll? | |
But if they stay to clean up messes | |
We' ll have to sit and tell them | |
That today' s dreams are tomorrow' s successes | |
But you still have time | |
Buy your toys, make the most of it | |
Until I return for your departure | |
Or until my voice becomes clear to start your | |
Journey | |
Into... solitude |