Song | Her voices |
Artist | Pain of Salvation |
Album | The perfect element Part I |
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作曲 : Gildenlöw, Hermansson | |
Looking at you I see her face | |
Through all these years, just waiting | |
It all catches up to you when you slow down | |
I'm back in that yard, tasting that shame | |
Of pushing her down, Of kids and her games | |
...their strongholds | |
We had a bigger world - we had a better view | |
I guess I never fully realized then | |
What she lost when I cut that loss | |
So she filled the void with unearthly friends | |
Voices of hers - greater... than us | |
We had a bigger world - we had a better view | |
I wish she'd never told us about her voices | |
We were strong, we were much too strong | |
Never forgive - never forget | |
We picked and pierced, we ripped and we tore | |
We hit and we scratched to make in her a hole | |
Glares and eyes - whispers and notes | |
Attached to her every pose | |
We fed her shouts | |
For the collection of her voices | |
I was too weak to collect | |
But so, it turned out, was she | |
Both paid in soul for the cutting of that loss | |
Their ugly truth | |
Outnumbered by far her beautiful dream | |
And I closed my eyes | |
Were her eyes in yours already when we met? | |
Am I still paying debts to recover Life? | |
Now I can see she proved to be right | |
As she was called down | |
It's sad though... | |
...that I turned out to be one of her voices. |
zuo qu : Gildenl w, Hermansson | |
Looking at you I see her face | |
Through all these years, just waiting | |
It all catches up to you when you slow down | |
I' m back in that yard, tasting that shame | |
Of pushing her down, Of kids and her games | |
... their strongholds | |
We had a bigger world we had a better view | |
I guess I never fully realized then | |
What she lost when I cut that loss | |
So she filled the void with unearthly friends | |
Voices of hers greater... than us | |
We had a bigger world we had a better view | |
I wish she' d never told us about her voices | |
We were strong, we were much too strong | |
Never forgive never forget | |
We picked and pierced, we ripped and we tore | |
We hit and we scratched to make in her a hole | |
Glares and eyes whispers and notes | |
Attached to her every pose | |
We fed her shouts | |
For the collection of her voices | |
I was too weak to collect | |
But so, it turned out, was she | |
Both paid in soul for the cutting of that loss | |
Their ugly truth | |
Outnumbered by far her beautiful dream | |
And I closed my eyes | |
Were her eyes in yours already when we met? | |
Am I still paying debts to recover Life? | |
Now I can see she proved to be right | |
As she was called down | |
It' s sad though... | |
... that I turned out to be one of her voices. |
zuò qǔ : Gildenl w, Hermansson | |
Looking at you I see her face | |
Through all these years, just waiting | |
It all catches up to you when you slow down | |
I' m back in that yard, tasting that shame | |
Of pushing her down, Of kids and her games | |
... their strongholds | |
We had a bigger world we had a better view | |
I guess I never fully realized then | |
What she lost when I cut that loss | |
So she filled the void with unearthly friends | |
Voices of hers greater... than us | |
We had a bigger world we had a better view | |
I wish she' d never told us about her voices | |
We were strong, we were much too strong | |
Never forgive never forget | |
We picked and pierced, we ripped and we tore | |
We hit and we scratched to make in her a hole | |
Glares and eyes whispers and notes | |
Attached to her every pose | |
We fed her shouts | |
For the collection of her voices | |
I was too weak to collect | |
But so, it turned out, was she | |
Both paid in soul for the cutting of that loss | |
Their ugly truth | |
Outnumbered by far her beautiful dream | |
And I closed my eyes | |
Were her eyes in yours already when we met? | |
Am I still paying debts to recover Life? | |
Now I can see she proved to be right | |
As she was called down | |
It' s sad though... | |
... that I turned out to be one of her voices. |