Song | Sea of White |
Artist | Circle II Circle |
Album | Watching in Silence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Caffery, Stevens | |
Tell me what you feel inside | |
Maybe there's a way that | |
You can hide | |
From the world that you made | |
In your state of inner rage | |
Isn't hard to see right through | |
Penetrates your crystal shame | |
Look at what's become of you | |
In this prison that you made | |
I want to fly away | |
Take me to the edge of light | |
This place is not the same | |
I'm drifting in my mind | |
Floating in a field of white | |
My soul has taken flight | |
Somewhere buried deep within | |
Well beneath your surface skin | |
Is this thing a hold of you | |
And there's not much | |
I can do As you start with your descent | |
What's become of what it meant? | |
To consider what's at stake | |
When all you ever do is break | |
I want to fly away | |
Take me to the edge of light | |
This place is not the same | |
I'm drifting in my mind | |
Floating in a field of white | |
My soul has taken flight |
zuo qu : Caffery, Stevens | |
Tell me what you feel inside | |
Maybe there' s a way that | |
You can hide | |
From the world that you made | |
In your state of inner rage | |
Isn' t hard to see right through | |
Penetrates your crystal shame | |
Look at what' s become of you | |
In this prison that you made | |
I want to fly away | |
Take me to the edge of light | |
This place is not the same | |
I' m drifting in my mind | |
Floating in a field of white | |
My soul has taken flight | |
Somewhere buried deep within | |
Well beneath your surface skin | |
Is this thing a hold of you | |
And there' s not much | |
I can do As you start with your descent | |
What' s become of what it meant? | |
To consider what' s at stake | |
When all you ever do is break | |
I want to fly away | |
Take me to the edge of light | |
This place is not the same | |
I' m drifting in my mind | |
Floating in a field of white | |
My soul has taken flight |
zuò qǔ : Caffery, Stevens | |
Tell me what you feel inside | |
Maybe there' s a way that | |
You can hide | |
From the world that you made | |
In your state of inner rage | |
Isn' t hard to see right through | |
Penetrates your crystal shame | |
Look at what' s become of you | |
In this prison that you made | |
I want to fly away | |
Take me to the edge of light | |
This place is not the same | |
I' m drifting in my mind | |
Floating in a field of white | |
My soul has taken flight | |
Somewhere buried deep within | |
Well beneath your surface skin | |
Is this thing a hold of you | |
And there' s not much | |
I can do As you start with your descent | |
What' s become of what it meant? | |
To consider what' s at stake | |
When all you ever do is break | |
I want to fly away | |
Take me to the edge of light | |
This place is not the same | |
I' m drifting in my mind | |
Floating in a field of white | |
My soul has taken flight |