Song | Truth Calling |
Artist | Capercaillie |
Album | Nadurra |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lunny | |
The words you wrote spilled like a poet's to the page | |
Your eyes lit up as lovers met across a stage | |
The warmth we saw in you came from deep within | |
But the tenderness we cling to was a blanket for your pain | |
The stars I gaze upon seem different since that day | |
While one shines brighter, another fades away | |
You light up the winter sky, the moon at your command | |
Convinced you didn't mean it, your soul had different plans | |
And this is truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet | |
She was your sister, your neighbor | |
She was your daughter, your carer | |
She was your mother, your sharer | |
She was your friend, your lover | |
Bowing heads of many hold your image in their minds | |
The endless search for answers occupies the time | |
Gazing at the pictures with eyes they fail to see | |
Why in a moment, robbed of reason, you embraced eternity | |
And this is truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet | |
Truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet |
zuo ci : Lunny | |
The words you wrote spilled like a poet' s to the page | |
Your eyes lit up as lovers met across a stage | |
The warmth we saw in you came from deep within | |
But the tenderness we cling to was a blanket for your pain | |
The stars I gaze upon seem different since that day | |
While one shines brighter, another fades away | |
You light up the winter sky, the moon at your command | |
Convinced you didn' t mean it, your soul had different plans | |
And this is truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet | |
She was your sister, your neighbor | |
She was your daughter, your carer | |
She was your mother, your sharer | |
She was your friend, your lover | |
Bowing heads of many hold your image in their minds | |
The endless search for answers occupies the time | |
Gazing at the pictures with eyes they fail to see | |
Why in a moment, robbed of reason, you embraced eternity | |
And this is truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet | |
Truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet |
zuò cí : Lunny | |
The words you wrote spilled like a poet' s to the page | |
Your eyes lit up as lovers met across a stage | |
The warmth we saw in you came from deep within | |
But the tenderness we cling to was a blanket for your pain | |
The stars I gaze upon seem different since that day | |
While one shines brighter, another fades away | |
You light up the winter sky, the moon at your command | |
Convinced you didn' t mean it, your soul had different plans | |
And this is truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet | |
She was your sister, your neighbor | |
She was your daughter, your carer | |
She was your mother, your sharer | |
She was your friend, your lover | |
Bowing heads of many hold your image in their minds | |
The endless search for answers occupies the time | |
Gazing at the pictures with eyes they fail to see | |
Why in a moment, robbed of reason, you embraced eternity | |
And this is truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet | |
Truth calling, makes its way to me | |
And this is love falling, falling at our feet |