作曲 : Bleach | |
October wind, chills his skin | |
He walks home alone | |
A tiny house, a loving wife | |
hands worked to the bone | |
But he don't mind his humble life | |
In this Rundown Town | |
To be a Sun | |
A ray | |
of One | |
Like he's always done | |
And it's alright | |
To be there where he's always been | |
He'll live to light. | |
This dark town he's in | |
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones | |
His final setting sun | |
And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed | |
And smiles to the Lord, his love | |
And it's alright | |
To be there where he's always been | |
He lived to light | |
This dark town of sin | |
And so he leaves, and he breathes | |
A soul so full of his crown | |
A life that was spent in being content | |
In the midst of a | |
Rundown Town |
zuo qu : Bleach | |
October wind, chills his skin | |
He walks home alone | |
A tiny house, a loving wife | |
hands worked to the bone | |
But he don' t mind his humble life | |
In this Rundown Town | |
To be a Sun | |
A ray | |
of One | |
Like he' s always done | |
And it' s alright | |
To be there where he' s always been | |
He' ll live to light. | |
This dark town he' s in | |
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones | |
His final setting sun | |
And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed | |
And smiles to the Lord, his love | |
And it' s alright | |
To be there where he' s always been | |
He lived to light | |
This dark town of sin | |
And so he leaves, and he breathes | |
A soul so full of his crown | |
A life that was spent in being content | |
In the midst of a | |
Rundown Town |
zuò qǔ : Bleach | |
October wind, chills his skin | |
He walks home alone | |
A tiny house, a loving wife | |
hands worked to the bone | |
But he don' t mind his humble life | |
In this Rundown Town | |
To be a Sun | |
A ray | |
of One | |
Like he' s always done | |
And it' s alright | |
To be there where he' s always been | |
He' ll live to light. | |
This dark town he' s in | |
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones | |
His final setting sun | |
And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed | |
And smiles to the Lord, his love | |
And it' s alright | |
To be there where he' s always been | |
He lived to light | |
This dark town of sin | |
And so he leaves, and he breathes | |
A soul so full of his crown | |
A life that was spent in being content | |
In the midst of a | |
Rundown Town |