| Song | River Of Brightness |
| Artist | Roddy Frame |
| Album | The North Star |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| At the end of it all, ' | |
| Neath the moon's watchful eye, | |
| I wanna be judged next to you ' | |
| Cos to the beat of my heart, | |
| You set a small revolution, | |
| No one ever touched me so surely | |
| It's a veil drawn aside | |
| And revealed is the real world, | |
| And it feels like my world | |
| From the ring on your finger | |
| So cold on my skin, | |
| To the diamond-light stars long ago | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows | |
| On the end of the pier, | |
| Saw the sun slidin' down, | |
| On the dyin' embers of an empire | |
| See their faces appear, | |
| Everyone who was ever sold out and laid low, | |
| Their voices submerged | |
| In the sound of a choir | |
| We've got time on our side... | |
| And revealed is the real world, | |
| And it feels like my world | |
| From the crystal cold winter, | |
| So petrified and numb | |
| That the blazing-bright sun overthrows, | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows | |
| See, it starts with a glint | |
| Of a sparkle in the eyes, | |
| And a breath becomes a word becomes a deed | |
| And if the deed is done right, | |
| The whole world's set alight, | |
| But if you hesitate it goes, | |
| And you're damnin' up the river | |
| Just to figure how it flows, | |
| If that's the price of knowin', | |
| Maybe I don't wanna know ' | |
| Cos it feels like the real world, | |
| And it feels like our world | |
| From the ring on your finger, | |
| So cold on my skin | |
| To the diamond-light stars long ago, | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows. |
| zuo qu : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| At the end of it all, ' | |
| Neath the moon' s watchful eye, | |
| I wanna be judged next to you ' | |
| Cos to the beat of my heart, | |
| You set a small revolution, | |
| No one ever touched me so surely | |
| It' s a veil drawn aside | |
| And revealed is the real world, | |
| And it feels like my world | |
| From the ring on your finger | |
| So cold on my skin, | |
| To the diamondlight stars long ago | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows | |
| On the end of the pier, | |
| Saw the sun slidin' down, | |
| On the dyin' embers of an empire | |
| See their faces appear, | |
| Everyone who was ever sold out and laid low, | |
| Their voices submerged | |
| In the sound of a choir | |
| We' ve got time on our side... | |
| And revealed is the real world, | |
| And it feels like my world | |
| From the crystal cold winter, | |
| So petrified and numb | |
| That the blazingbright sun overthrows, | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows | |
| See, it starts with a glint | |
| Of a sparkle in the eyes, | |
| And a breath becomes a word becomes a deed | |
| And if the deed is done right, | |
| The whole world' s set alight, | |
| But if you hesitate it goes, | |
| And you' re damnin' up the river | |
| Just to figure how it flows, | |
| If that' s the price of knowin', | |
| Maybe I don' t wanna know ' | |
| Cos it feels like the real world, | |
| And it feels like our world | |
| From the ring on your finger, | |
| So cold on my skin | |
| To the diamondlight stars long ago, | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows. |
| zuò qǔ : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| At the end of it all, ' | |
| Neath the moon' s watchful eye, | |
| I wanna be judged next to you ' | |
| Cos to the beat of my heart, | |
| You set a small revolution, | |
| No one ever touched me so surely | |
| It' s a veil drawn aside | |
| And revealed is the real world, | |
| And it feels like my world | |
| From the ring on your finger | |
| So cold on my skin, | |
| To the diamondlight stars long ago | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows | |
| On the end of the pier, | |
| Saw the sun slidin' down, | |
| On the dyin' embers of an empire | |
| See their faces appear, | |
| Everyone who was ever sold out and laid low, | |
| Their voices submerged | |
| In the sound of a choir | |
| We' ve got time on our side... | |
| And revealed is the real world, | |
| And it feels like my world | |
| From the crystal cold winter, | |
| So petrified and numb | |
| That the blazingbright sun overthrows, | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows | |
| See, it starts with a glint | |
| Of a sparkle in the eyes, | |
| And a breath becomes a word becomes a deed | |
| And if the deed is done right, | |
| The whole world' s set alight, | |
| But if you hesitate it goes, | |
| And you' re damnin' up the river | |
| Just to figure how it flows, | |
| If that' s the price of knowin', | |
| Maybe I don' t wanna know ' | |
| Cos it feels like the real world, | |
| And it feels like our world | |
| From the ring on your finger, | |
| So cold on my skin | |
| To the diamondlight stars long ago, | |
| The River of | |
| Brightness flows. |