Song | Manner and Means |
Artist | Caedmon's Call |
Album | Back Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McCracken | |
The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of night | |
The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight | |
The heart is the match to the fire | |
And the embers of desire, to keep it burning | |
I am a shell of the manner and the means | |
Mine is a story of nothing as it seems | |
But when we have come this far | |
And still don't know who we are, does it keep burning? | |
When it's over, and you see it with your eyes | |
Would you rather have the truth or a lie? | |
I call for angels to breathe holy on this rust | |
I call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush | |
I need a massive overhaul | |
A revival to fall, to keep it burning | |
The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years | |
And my heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears | |
The heart is the dream, and the kiss | |
That there could be more than this, to keep it burning |
zuo qu : McCracken | |
The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of night | |
The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight | |
The heart is the match to the fire | |
And the embers of desire, to keep it burning | |
I am a shell of the manner and the means | |
Mine is a story of nothing as it seems | |
But when we have come this far | |
And still don' t know who we are, does it keep burning? | |
When it' s over, and you see it with your eyes | |
Would you rather have the truth or a lie? | |
I call for angels to breathe holy on this rust | |
I call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush | |
I need a massive overhaul | |
A revival to fall, to keep it burning | |
The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years | |
And my heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears | |
The heart is the dream, and the kiss | |
That there could be more than this, to keep it burning |
zuò qǔ : McCracken | |
The heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead of night | |
The heart is a sad thing to lose in the throws of a fight | |
The heart is the match to the fire | |
And the embers of desire, to keep it burning | |
I am a shell of the manner and the means | |
Mine is a story of nothing as it seems | |
But when we have come this far | |
And still don' t know who we are, does it keep burning? | |
When it' s over, and you see it with your eyes | |
Would you rather have the truth or a lie? | |
I call for angels to breathe holy on this rust | |
I call the snakes to come out slowly from the brush | |
I need a massive overhaul | |
A revival to fall, to keep it burning | |
The heart is a costly thing to sell in the prime of the years | |
And my heart is thinly veiled in the usual fears | |
The heart is the dream, and the kiss | |
That there could be more than this, to keep it burning |