Song | Turn Loose The Doves |
Artist | It Dies Today |
Album | Sirens |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brooks, Hatalak | |
How's the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls, | |
And when the worms carried it away, | |
Did you cry, did you feel, did you see me pray? | |
To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night, | |
Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds, | |
And when we glance down upon our shrine, | |
There's no viol, violet, and no vine. | |
Nor rays from holy heaven bright, | |
Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light? | |
We strayed from this light. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell, | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted.... | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart |
zuo qu : Brooks, Hatalak | |
How' s the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls, | |
And when the worms carried it away, | |
Did you cry, did you feel, did you see me pray? | |
To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night, | |
Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds, | |
And when we glance down upon our shrine, | |
There' s no viol, violet, and no vine. | |
Nor rays from holy heaven bright, | |
Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light? | |
We strayed from this light. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell, | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted.... | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart |
zuò qǔ : Brooks, Hatalak | |
How' s the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls, | |
And when the worms carried it away, | |
Did you cry, did you feel, did you see me pray? | |
To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night, | |
Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds, | |
And when we glance down upon our shrine, | |
There' s no viol, violet, and no vine. | |
Nor rays from holy heaven bright, | |
Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light? | |
We strayed from this light. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell, | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart. | |
Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld. | |
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell. | |
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle. | |
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings. | |
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing, | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted.... | |
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you, | |
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart |