Song | Art In Me |
Artist | Jars of Clay |
Album | Jars Of Clay |
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作词 : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
Images on the sidewalk, speak of dream's descent | |
Washed away by storms to graves, of cynical lament | |
Dirty canvases, to call my own | |
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone | |
In your picture book | |
I'm trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony | |
Plead to everyone, "See the art in me" | |
See the art in me | |
See the art in me | |
Broken stained glass windows, the fragments ramble on | |
Tales of broken souls, an' eternity's been won | |
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man | |
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again | |
In your picture book | |
I'm trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony(Every move you compose a symphony) | |
You plead to everyone, "See the art in me"(See the art in me) | |
See the art in me(See the art in me) | |
See the art in me | |
In your picture book | |
I'm trying hard to see(Oh trying hard to see) | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy(Oh) | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony(Compose a symphony) | |
You plead to everyone, "See the art in me"(See the art in me) | |
See the art in me(See the art in me) | |
See the art in me(See the art in me) | |
See the art in me |
zuo ci : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
Images on the sidewalk, speak of dream' s descent | |
Washed away by storms to graves, of cynical lament | |
Dirty canvases, to call my own | |
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone | |
In your picture book | |
I' m trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony | |
Plead to everyone, " See the art in me" | |
See the art in me | |
See the art in me | |
Broken stained glass windows, the fragments ramble on | |
Tales of broken souls, an' eternity' s been won | |
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man | |
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again | |
In your picture book | |
I' m trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony Every move you compose a symphony | |
You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
See the art in me See the art in me | |
See the art in me | |
In your picture book | |
I' m trying hard to see Oh trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy Oh | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony Compose a symphony | |
You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
See the art in me See the art in me | |
See the art in me See the art in me | |
See the art in me |
zuò cí : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
Images on the sidewalk, speak of dream' s descent | |
Washed away by storms to graves, of cynical lament | |
Dirty canvases, to call my own | |
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone | |
In your picture book | |
I' m trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony | |
Plead to everyone, " See the art in me" | |
See the art in me | |
See the art in me | |
Broken stained glass windows, the fragments ramble on | |
Tales of broken souls, an' eternity' s been won | |
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man | |
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again | |
In your picture book | |
I' m trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony Every move you compose a symphony | |
You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
See the art in me See the art in me | |
See the art in me | |
In your picture book | |
I' m trying hard to see Oh trying hard to see | |
Turning endless pages of this tragedy Oh | |
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony Compose a symphony | |
You plead to everyone, " See the art in me" See the art in me | |
See the art in me See the art in me | |
See the art in me See the art in me | |
See the art in me |