Song | The Slow Crash Landing Man |
Artist | Spock's Beard |
Album | Spocks Beard |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Boegehold, Meros | |
It seems he never lost his way | |
Through grievous dreams and shattered days | |
While leaving words weighed on his mind | |
His road is winding to an end | |
And now it's time that he defends | |
The world and friends he left behind | |
The slow crash landing man unfolds | |
A future he so gently holds | |
Then shines his truth like molten gold | |
We're free again | |
The slow crash landing man has won | |
He knows his final race is run | |
So we unload the starting gun | |
He's free again | |
He lived his life in strangers' skin | |
While all the people breathed him in | |
They never thought to ask him why | |
Then on a moondark winter night | |
The visions crept into his sight | |
Like heavens' stars swept cross the sky | |
He rose up from the wreckage | |
Walked away alive | |
All cried out in wonder | |
He survives! | |
The slow crash landing man unfolds | |
A future he so gently holds | |
Then shines his truth like molten gold | |
We're free again | |
The slow crash landing man has won | |
He knows his final race is run | |
So we unload the starting gun | |
He's free again | |
Free again... |
zuo ci : Boegehold, Meros | |
It seems he never lost his way | |
Through grievous dreams and shattered days | |
While leaving words weighed on his mind | |
His road is winding to an end | |
And now it' s time that he defends | |
The world and friends he left behind | |
The slow crash landing man unfolds | |
A future he so gently holds | |
Then shines his truth like molten gold | |
We' re free again | |
The slow crash landing man has won | |
He knows his final race is run | |
So we unload the starting gun | |
He' s free again | |
He lived his life in strangers' skin | |
While all the people breathed him in | |
They never thought to ask him why | |
Then on a moondark winter night | |
The visions crept into his sight | |
Like heavens' stars swept cross the sky | |
He rose up from the wreckage | |
Walked away alive | |
All cried out in wonder | |
He survives! | |
The slow crash landing man unfolds | |
A future he so gently holds | |
Then shines his truth like molten gold | |
We' re free again | |
The slow crash landing man has won | |
He knows his final race is run | |
So we unload the starting gun | |
He' s free again | |
Free again... |
zuò cí : Boegehold, Meros | |
It seems he never lost his way | |
Through grievous dreams and shattered days | |
While leaving words weighed on his mind | |
His road is winding to an end | |
And now it' s time that he defends | |
The world and friends he left behind | |
The slow crash landing man unfolds | |
A future he so gently holds | |
Then shines his truth like molten gold | |
We' re free again | |
The slow crash landing man has won | |
He knows his final race is run | |
So we unload the starting gun | |
He' s free again | |
He lived his life in strangers' skin | |
While all the people breathed him in | |
They never thought to ask him why | |
Then on a moondark winter night | |
The visions crept into his sight | |
Like heavens' stars swept cross the sky | |
He rose up from the wreckage | |
Walked away alive | |
All cried out in wonder | |
He survives! | |
The slow crash landing man unfolds | |
A future he so gently holds | |
Then shines his truth like molten gold | |
We' re free again | |
The slow crash landing man has won | |
He knows his final race is run | |
So we unload the starting gun | |
He' s free again | |
Free again... |