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. |