Song | No Ordinary Year |
Artist | Anael |
Album | Once Upon a Dream |
作曲 : Bradfield | |
In a brisk, backward glance to the onlooker's eye | |
Another short year has now drifted on by | |
A few moments of bliss and God, still too much pain | |
Come twelve months full cycle and more of the same? | |
But somewhere, it's different; yes, elsewhere there's haste | |
To render new meaning to chances we waste | |
Like the dreams in our closets and hope in our hearts | |
That both lie unspoken till long past the scars | |
"Hold on, hold on; when there's resistance | |
Send light from above; "hold on, hold on" she said | |
"For though the wall might stand years | |
It will crumble to pieces with love..." | |
So these distant transmissions keep seeking my ear | |
And tonight, its clear signal: "this was no ordinary year..." | |
Its days would know rebirth from under the snow | |
When no hint of life was detected or shown | |
"Hold on, hold on..." | |
The path was uncertain and ridden with thorns | |
As the wizard kept spawning new games | |
Well there's magic in angels and flight in their wings | |
But their power to heal is the sound when they sing... | |
He grew younger in spirit and shifted his role | |
And as sickness withdrew became gentler of soul | |
He sent love to this traveller; a love reconciled | |
And nourished a pipeline that strengthens each mile | |
"Hold on, hold on..." | |
So, in the calm of repose through this holiday time | |
Let no thought intrude on the growth we've defined | |
For if time's but a veil o'er this journey divine | |
Then a year soon retired saw two hearts find their stride. |
zuò qǔ : Bradfield | |
In a brisk, backward glance to the onlooker' s eye | |
Another short year has now drifted on by | |
A few moments of bliss and God, still too much pain | |
Come twelve months full cycle and more of the same? | |
But somewhere, it' s different yes, elsewhere there' s haste | |
To render new meaning to chances we waste | |
Like the dreams in our closets and hope in our hearts | |
That both lie unspoken till long past the scars | |
" Hold on, hold on when there' s resistance | |
Send light from above " hold on, hold on" she said | |
" For though the wall might stand years | |
It will crumble to pieces with love..." | |
So these distant transmissions keep seeking my ear | |
And tonight, its clear signal: " this was no ordinary year..." | |
Its days would know rebirth from under the snow | |
When no hint of life was detected or shown | |
" Hold on, hold on..." | |
The path was uncertain and ridden with thorns | |
As the wizard kept spawning new games | |
Well there' s magic in angels and flight in their wings | |
But their power to heal is the sound when they sing... | |
He grew younger in spirit and shifted his role | |
And as sickness withdrew became gentler of soul | |
He sent love to this traveller a love reconciled | |
And nourished a pipeline that strengthens each mile | |
" Hold on, hold on..." | |
So, in the calm of repose through this holiday time | |
Let no thought intrude on the growth we' ve defined | |
For if time' s but a veil o' er this journey divine | |
Then a year soon retired saw two hearts find their stride. |