Song | The Minaret |
Artist | John Vanderslice |
Album | Emerald City |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vanderslice | |
It’s the end of spring | |
and light hangs on | |
Dripping over geraniums | |
and humming bird wings | |
In the blaze of summer | |
we’ll tap our weapons out | |
to the cadence of a melody | |
they sang at Normandy | |
It won’t be | |
the same the again | |
and we’ll just walk away | |
it’s the end | |
We crossed on the ridge | |
and cut their women down | |
I climbed up on the minaret | |
and occupied the town | |
They scattered in the woods | |
to gather up their strength | |
Dripping blood on the road | |
and oh how the animals looked on | |
They all see how we’ve changed | |
all the rules of the game | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
and it paralyzed me | |
An eye for an eye | |
was a way to limit revenge | |
We’ve done away with all of that | |
Read how it all begins | |
It was written years before, | |
same name, same war | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
and it paralyzed me | |
inside |
zuo qu : Vanderslice | |
It' s the end of spring | |
and light hangs on | |
Dripping over geraniums | |
and humming bird wings | |
In the blaze of summer | |
we' ll tap our weapons out | |
to the cadence of a melody | |
they sang at Normandy | |
It won' t be | |
the same the again | |
and we' ll just walk away | |
it' s the end | |
We crossed on the ridge | |
and cut their women down | |
I climbed up on the minaret | |
and occupied the town | |
They scattered in the woods | |
to gather up their strength | |
Dripping blood on the road | |
and oh how the animals looked on | |
They all see how we' ve changed | |
all the rules of the game | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
and it paralyzed me | |
An eye for an eye | |
was a way to limit revenge | |
We' ve done away with all of that | |
Read how it all begins | |
It was written years before, | |
same name, same war | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
and it paralyzed me | |
inside |
zuò qǔ : Vanderslice | |
It' s the end of spring | |
and light hangs on | |
Dripping over geraniums | |
and humming bird wings | |
In the blaze of summer | |
we' ll tap our weapons out | |
to the cadence of a melody | |
they sang at Normandy | |
It won' t be | |
the same the again | |
and we' ll just walk away | |
it' s the end | |
We crossed on the ridge | |
and cut their women down | |
I climbed up on the minaret | |
and occupied the town | |
They scattered in the woods | |
to gather up their strength | |
Dripping blood on the road | |
and oh how the animals looked on | |
They all see how we' ve changed | |
all the rules of the game | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
and it paralyzed me | |
An eye for an eye | |
was a way to limit revenge | |
We' ve done away with all of that | |
Read how it all begins | |
It was written years before, | |
same name, same war | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
I can see both sides | |
and it paralyzed me | |
inside |