| Song | Sweet Work Of Love |
| Artist | Lost Dogs |
| Album | The Green Room Serenade, Part 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Taylor | |
| The ground opened up and you were | |
| Hurled to ruin | |
| The fabric of the earth just ripped in two | |
| You were famous and beautiful | |
| Commanding the nations | |
| But you were bloodied and battered | |
| Before the day was through | |
| You're like some great dying planet | |
| Scarred by rifts ruts and cracks | |
| From all the mighty collisions and the | |
| Knives in your back | |
| Still there's ambrosia on your surface | |
| And manna for the hungry | |
| Food for the beggar, the poor for your money | |
| Still you will be brilliant | |
| You will be brilliant | |
| A reflection of the sun above | |
| You will be brilliant, you will be brilliant | |
| Predestined for the sweet work of love | |
| Your light has been extinguished | |
| War has scorched your earth | |
| There's frozen death the equator | |
| And some beast is giving birth | |
| There is argon and neon, and fire in your hair | |
| Your blood is methane and ammonia | |
| Your soul is tumult and despair | |
| You're like some great dying planet. . . | |
| Maybe not today but you will find a way | |
| And shine like the light of the world | |
| You're thinkin' that you're through | |
| But I believe that you | |
| Will shine like the light of the world | |
| Who told you Jesus was rich man | |
| That he stayed in the best hotels | |
| Who sold you living water then put poison in your well | |
| No, your wealth could never save you | |
| Can't fill a river that's run dry | |
| You can't bribe a camel to go through | |
| A needle's eye |
| zuo qu : Taylor | |
| The ground opened up and you were | |
| Hurled to ruin | |
| The fabric of the earth just ripped in two | |
| You were famous and beautiful | |
| Commanding the nations | |
| But you were bloodied and battered | |
| Before the day was through | |
| You' re like some great dying planet | |
| Scarred by rifts ruts and cracks | |
| From all the mighty collisions and the | |
| Knives in your back | |
| Still there' s ambrosia on your surface | |
| And manna for the hungry | |
| Food for the beggar, the poor for your money | |
| Still you will be brilliant | |
| You will be brilliant | |
| A reflection of the sun above | |
| You will be brilliant, you will be brilliant | |
| Predestined for the sweet work of love | |
| Your light has been extinguished | |
| War has scorched your earth | |
| There' s frozen death the equator | |
| And some beast is giving birth | |
| There is argon and neon, and fire in your hair | |
| Your blood is methane and ammonia | |
| Your soul is tumult and despair | |
| You' re like some great dying planet. . . | |
| Maybe not today but you will find a way | |
| And shine like the light of the world | |
| You' re thinkin' that you' re through | |
| But I believe that you | |
| Will shine like the light of the world | |
| Who told you Jesus was rich man | |
| That he stayed in the best hotels | |
| Who sold you living water then put poison in your well | |
| No, your wealth could never save you | |
| Can' t fill a river that' s run dry | |
| You can' t bribe a camel to go through | |
| A needle' s eye |
| zuò qǔ : Taylor | |
| The ground opened up and you were | |
| Hurled to ruin | |
| The fabric of the earth just ripped in two | |
| You were famous and beautiful | |
| Commanding the nations | |
| But you were bloodied and battered | |
| Before the day was through | |
| You' re like some great dying planet | |
| Scarred by rifts ruts and cracks | |
| From all the mighty collisions and the | |
| Knives in your back | |
| Still there' s ambrosia on your surface | |
| And manna for the hungry | |
| Food for the beggar, the poor for your money | |
| Still you will be brilliant | |
| You will be brilliant | |
| A reflection of the sun above | |
| You will be brilliant, you will be brilliant | |
| Predestined for the sweet work of love | |
| Your light has been extinguished | |
| War has scorched your earth | |
| There' s frozen death the equator | |
| And some beast is giving birth | |
| There is argon and neon, and fire in your hair | |
| Your blood is methane and ammonia | |
| Your soul is tumult and despair | |
| You' re like some great dying planet. . . | |
| Maybe not today but you will find a way | |
| And shine like the light of the world | |
| You' re thinkin' that you' re through | |
| But I believe that you | |
| Will shine like the light of the world | |
| Who told you Jesus was rich man | |
| That he stayed in the best hotels | |
| Who sold you living water then put poison in your well | |
| No, your wealth could never save you | |
| Can' t fill a river that' s run dry | |
| You can' t bribe a camel to go through | |
| A needle' s eye |