Song | Bombay Rain |
Artist | Caedmon's Call |
Album | Share The Well |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Osenga | |
The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong | |
And there is no way for me to understand | |
Faces pull toward me like the sea to the moon | |
Eyes like diamonds in the sun | |
Abraham’s grains of sand spilling over the streets | |
A wave of statistics | |
The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea | |
It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me | |
We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens | |
With nothing but pockets of candy | |
I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from | |
The promises, the promises of God | |
Hollywood, Bollywood, London, and Chicago | |
Lord, all the places you have placed us | |
I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man | |
Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus | |
The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong | |
And there is no way for me to understand | |
Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway | |
Honey, all the things that I have seen | |
But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in | |
That we are known and love, loved and known | |
Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi | |
Lord, all the places you have placed us | |
I’m a child of the one God | |
The Spirit, Father, and Son | |
On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus | |
The rain in Bombay … |
zuo qu : Osenga | |
The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong | |
And there is no way for me to understand | |
Faces pull toward me like the sea to the moon | |
Eyes like diamonds in the sun | |
Abraham' s grains of sand spilling over the streets | |
A wave of statistics | |
The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea | |
It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me | |
We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens | |
With nothing but pockets of candy | |
I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from | |
The promises, the promises of God | |
Hollywood, Bollywood, London, and Chicago | |
Lord, all the places you have placed us | |
I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man | |
Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus | |
The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong | |
And there is no way for me to understand | |
Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway | |
Honey, all the things that I have seen | |
But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in | |
That we are known and love, loved and known | |
Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi | |
Lord, all the places you have placed us | |
I' m a child of the one God | |
The Spirit, Father, and Son | |
On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus | |
The rain in Bombay |
zuò qǔ : Osenga | |
The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong | |
And there is no way for me to understand | |
Faces pull toward me like the sea to the moon | |
Eyes like diamonds in the sun | |
Abraham' s grains of sand spilling over the streets | |
A wave of statistics | |
The rain in Bombay feeds the swelling of the sea | |
It threatens to drown all the voices drowning me | |
We stand beneath the gateway of the foreign kings and queens | |
With nothing but pockets of candy | |
I look up to the sky and see the stars hanging from | |
The promises, the promises of God | |
Hollywood, Bollywood, London, and Chicago | |
Lord, all the places you have placed us | |
I was born in a small town, and I feel like a small man | |
Looking out the windows of this Bombay bus | |
The rain in Bombay falls on the righteous and the wrong | |
And there is no way for me to understand | |
Obscene idols, rickshaw cycles, cows on the highway | |
Honey, all the things that I have seen | |
But most amazing of them all is the grace that we believe in | |
That we are known and love, loved and known | |
Hollywood, Bollywood, Tokyo, Nairobi | |
Lord, all the places you have placed us | |
I' m a child of the one God | |
The Spirit, Father, and Son | |
On each side of the windows of this Bombay bus | |
The rain in Bombay |