Song | A Mirror in the Heart |
Artist | Duncan Sheik |
Album | Phantom Moon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sater, Sheik | |
There is a swan-white curtain | |
Somewhere within the sky | |
It's known of every sermon | |
Every anguished cry | |
The howls of hopeless people | |
Frightened and alone | |
There is a spotless silver mirror | |
That hangs within the moon | |
It's witnessed every winter | |
The cities charred and ruined | |
The herds of homeless people | |
Filling all the roads | |
Some may pray to their mirrors | |
Some may kneel before the sun | |
Me, I say there's a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Bullets paint the blue distance | |
The mirror's stained from every gun | |
Still I say that it glistens | |
In the heart of everyone | |
And there are golden whispers | |
Within the afternoon | |
They've held the brothers, sisters | |
Felt the mothers' wounds | |
The broken-hearted people | |
Burying their own | |
Some may pray to their mirrors | |
Some may kneel before the sun | |
Me, I say there's a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Strike the bell and we listen | |
Light the candle and we're shown | |
The Gods themselves throwing incense | |
As all the world begins to glow | |
Such a flame, such a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Such a flame, such a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Of everyone, of everyone, of everyone |
zuo ci : Sater, Sheik | |
There is a swanwhite curtain | |
Somewhere within the sky | |
It' s known of every sermon | |
Every anguished cry | |
The howls of hopeless people | |
Frightened and alone | |
There is a spotless silver mirror | |
That hangs within the moon | |
It' s witnessed every winter | |
The cities charred and ruined | |
The herds of homeless people | |
Filling all the roads | |
Some may pray to their mirrors | |
Some may kneel before the sun | |
Me, I say there' s a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Bullets paint the blue distance | |
The mirror' s stained from every gun | |
Still I say that it glistens | |
In the heart of everyone | |
And there are golden whispers | |
Within the afternoon | |
They' ve held the brothers, sisters | |
Felt the mothers' wounds | |
The brokenhearted people | |
Burying their own | |
Some may pray to their mirrors | |
Some may kneel before the sun | |
Me, I say there' s a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Strike the bell and we listen | |
Light the candle and we' re shown | |
The Gods themselves throwing incense | |
As all the world begins to glow | |
Such a flame, such a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Such a flame, such a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Of everyone, of everyone, of everyone |
zuò cí : Sater, Sheik | |
There is a swanwhite curtain | |
Somewhere within the sky | |
It' s known of every sermon | |
Every anguished cry | |
The howls of hopeless people | |
Frightened and alone | |
There is a spotless silver mirror | |
That hangs within the moon | |
It' s witnessed every winter | |
The cities charred and ruined | |
The herds of homeless people | |
Filling all the roads | |
Some may pray to their mirrors | |
Some may kneel before the sun | |
Me, I say there' s a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Bullets paint the blue distance | |
The mirror' s stained from every gun | |
Still I say that it glistens | |
In the heart of everyone | |
And there are golden whispers | |
Within the afternoon | |
They' ve held the brothers, sisters | |
Felt the mothers' wounds | |
The brokenhearted people | |
Burying their own | |
Some may pray to their mirrors | |
Some may kneel before the sun | |
Me, I say there' s a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Strike the bell and we listen | |
Light the candle and we' re shown | |
The Gods themselves throwing incense | |
As all the world begins to glow | |
Such a flame, such a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Such a flame, such a mirror | |
In the heart of everyone | |
Of everyone, of everyone, of everyone |