Song | The Art Of Survival |
Artist | Bill Miller |
Album | The Art Of Survival |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Miller, Stinson, Waldman | |
He makes his way through the heart of the night, | |
With all he owns in a pack | |
Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle, | |
And it don't look like they're coming back | |
His heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon, | |
Givin' him courage and fear | |
He'll walk the footsteps of a man for the first time | |
While he's holding back the boys tears | |
Hungry and cold, so young and so old | |
There's so much that he doesn't know | |
But the voice that's inside him | |
Keeps telling him mile after mile | |
You're learning the art of survival | |
He eyes the lights of an ageless horizon, | |
Rising up from the sand | |
He aches for something to believe in and guide him | |
Out across this no man's land | |
Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
There's no way that he can turn back | |
But that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
It's all in the art of survival | |
Dreams burn like wildfire | |
He feels the warmth in his bones | |
Faces of loved ones | |
Place like he's never known | |
Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
There's no way that he can turn back | |
But that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
This is all in the art of survival | |
This is all in the art of survival… |
zuo ci : Miller, Stinson, Waldman | |
He makes his way through the heart of the night, | |
With all he owns in a pack | |
Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle, | |
And it don' t look like they' re coming back | |
His heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon, | |
Givin' him courage and fear | |
He' ll walk the footsteps of a man for the first time | |
While he' s holding back the boys tears | |
Hungry and cold, so young and so old | |
There' s so much that he doesn' t know | |
But the voice that' s inside him | |
Keeps telling him mile after mile | |
You' re learning the art of survival | |
He eyes the lights of an ageless horizon, | |
Rising up from the sand | |
He aches for something to believe in and guide him | |
Out across this no man' s land | |
Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
There' s no way that he can turn back | |
But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
It' s all in the art of survival | |
Dreams burn like wildfire | |
He feels the warmth in his bones | |
Faces of loved ones | |
Place like he' s never known | |
Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
There' s no way that he can turn back | |
But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
This is all in the art of survival | |
This is all in the art of survival |
zuò cí : Miller, Stinson, Waldman | |
He makes his way through the heart of the night, | |
With all he owns in a pack | |
Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle, | |
And it don' t look like they' re coming back | |
His heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon, | |
Givin' him courage and fear | |
He' ll walk the footsteps of a man for the first time | |
While he' s holding back the boys tears | |
Hungry and cold, so young and so old | |
There' s so much that he doesn' t know | |
But the voice that' s inside him | |
Keeps telling him mile after mile | |
You' re learning the art of survival | |
He eyes the lights of an ageless horizon, | |
Rising up from the sand | |
He aches for something to believe in and guide him | |
Out across this no man' s land | |
Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
There' s no way that he can turn back | |
But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
It' s all in the art of survival | |
Dreams burn like wildfire | |
He feels the warmth in his bones | |
Faces of loved ones | |
Place like he' s never known | |
Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
There' s no way that he can turn back | |
But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
This is all in the art of survival | |
This is all in the art of survival |