作曲 : Brockman, Douglas, Robertson | |
Guns loaded, lines are drawn | |
We raise our sights | |
With words we try to aim it | |
Right between the eyes | |
Will what we've built fall apart this time? | |
Born into world divided | |
We dare not trust | |
But though hate dwells deep inside it | |
Up from the dust could rise a stronger love | |
Just what will it take for us? | |
World Divided | |
Slipping over the edge | |
How can we crave such madness | |
World Divided | |
Reckless acts of anger | |
As the bell tolled | |
And the smoke rolled up, into the sky | |
Another dream lay dead | |
And a voice in my head said | |
"Why ... oh, why?" | |
World Divided | |
-(repeat) | |
World Divided | |
Guerra sin motivo |
zuo qu : Brockman, Douglas, Robertson | |
Guns loaded, lines are drawn | |
We raise our sights | |
With words we try to aim it | |
Right between the eyes | |
Will what we' ve built fall apart this time? | |
Born into world divided | |
We dare not trust | |
But though hate dwells deep inside it | |
Up from the dust could rise a stronger love | |
Just what will it take for us? | |
World Divided | |
Slipping over the edge | |
How can we crave such madness | |
World Divided | |
Reckless acts of anger | |
As the bell tolled | |
And the smoke rolled up, into the sky | |
Another dream lay dead | |
And a voice in my head said | |
" Why ... oh, why?" | |
World Divided | |
repeat | |
World Divided | |
Guerra sin motivo |
zuò qǔ : Brockman, Douglas, Robertson | |
Guns loaded, lines are drawn | |
We raise our sights | |
With words we try to aim it | |
Right between the eyes | |
Will what we' ve built fall apart this time? | |
Born into world divided | |
We dare not trust | |
But though hate dwells deep inside it | |
Up from the dust could rise a stronger love | |
Just what will it take for us? | |
World Divided | |
Slipping over the edge | |
How can we crave such madness | |
World Divided | |
Reckless acts of anger | |
As the bell tolled | |
And the smoke rolled up, into the sky | |
Another dream lay dead | |
And a voice in my head said | |
" Why ... oh, why?" | |
World Divided | |
repeat | |
World Divided | |
Guerra sin motivo |