Song | The Streets Don't Lie |
Artist | Sleeping Giant |
Album | Sons Of Thunder |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Green, Gregson, Sleeping Giant | |
Taking me to the streets, I’m losing everything society deemed important to me. | |
Where do I turn? Kicking me in the teeth. | |
Why’s my wife and daughter sleeping in some strange building, their whole life taped in boxes. | |
How can my marriage survive? | |
How will my wife respect me at night if she don’t think I’ll provide. | |
What goes through my child’s mind, her fragile heart, this tears me apart. | |
Oh Jesus am I alone in this fight? | |
Only vagabonds can know. | |
Only the homeless ones can comprehend what it means to lose everything you know, just to come home again. | |
Only the pilgrims go from strength to strength, and the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head. | |
So now He helps me find my way in this world, I’m home again. | |
And He sings over me. | |
His voice washes my wounds clean. | |
He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. | |
You are one, you are my child. | |
Child of mine... | |
Oh nation, listen to me. | |
...who’s unseen. | |
Don’t you worry about a thing. | |
Night will fall, though the darkness is real, sun will rise, though the enemy lies. | |
The awakening, your home is nearer than it seems, come waste away with me. | |
How many sunny days have I passed men and women taken to poverty within this nation. | |
In passing I mumble a prayer, "Oh God just get them out of this jungle, let me show them salvation." | |
My Christian vanity, all my possession, all links and chains to this all powerful nothing. | |
We’re choking on American Dreams, and this whole nation falling down at the feet of the meek. | |
Maybe the homeless ones are free. | |
Maybe those vagabonds can comprehend, what it means to have absolutely nothing, while coming home again. | |
And as those pilgrims go from strength to strength. | |
Like the Son of Man, nowhere to lay his head. | |
And I’ve experienced losing everything I thought was home, on my way home again. | |
And He sings over me. | |
His voice washes my wounds clean. | |
He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. | |
ou are one, you are my children, child of mine, you can see me, who’s unseen, I know you all, | |
I know and I see. | |
Night will fall, though the darkness is real, the sun will rise, I’ll lift your head up, the true awakening, I’ll never leave, come waste away with me. | |
Give up everything. | |
I hold truth and resurrection life. | |
Kid stay vigilant. | |
You watch and wait for my imminent return. | |
Give up everything. | |
I hold truth and resurrection life. | |
Kid stay vigilant. | |
You watch and wait for my imminent return. | |
And every generation sings. | |
Every generation that lifts up its head, it lifts up its hands, as the people sing... | |
We are those, and we declare to every broken heart, children of One. | |
Let every wounded soul, who’s unseen, all who’ve been cast away. | |
Worlds will fall, every last one that’s been turned away, we may die... | |
We declare over your heart... | |
...in the awakening. | |
...this is your destiny. | |
Come waste away! | |
Maranatha! | |
Jesus come! | |
Kingdom come! | |
Jesus come! | |
Kingdom come! | |
Your will! |
zuo qu : Green, Gregson, Sleeping Giant | |
Taking me to the streets, I' m losing everything society deemed important to me. | |
Where do I turn? Kicking me in the teeth. | |
Why' s my wife and daughter sleeping in some strange building, their whole life taped in boxes. | |
How can my marriage survive? | |
How will my wife respect me at night if she don' t think I' ll provide. | |
What goes through my child' s mind, her fragile heart, this tears me apart. | |
Oh Jesus am I alone in this fight? | |
Only vagabonds can know. | |
Only the homeless ones can comprehend what it means to lose everything you know, just to come home again. | |
Only the pilgrims go from strength to strength, and the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head. | |
So now He helps me find my way in this world, I' m home again. | |
And He sings over me. | |
His voice washes my wounds clean. | |
He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. | |
You are one, you are my child. | |
Child of mine... | |
Oh nation, listen to me. | |
... who' s unseen. | |
Don' t you worry about a thing. | |
Night will fall, though the darkness is real, sun will rise, though the enemy lies. | |
The awakening, your home is nearer than it seems, come waste away with me. | |
How many sunny days have I passed men and women taken to poverty within this nation. | |
In passing I mumble a prayer, " Oh God just get them out of this jungle, let me show them salvation." | |
My Christian vanity, all my possession, all links and chains to this all powerful nothing. | |
We' re choking on American Dreams, and this whole nation falling down at the feet of the meek. | |
Maybe the homeless ones are free. | |
Maybe those vagabonds can comprehend, what it means to have absolutely nothing, while coming home again. | |
And as those pilgrims go from strength to strength. | |
Like the Son of Man, nowhere to lay his head. | |
And I' ve experienced losing everything I thought was home, on my way home again. | |
And He sings over me. | |
His voice washes my wounds clean. | |
He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. | |
ou are one, you are my children, child of mine, you can see me, who' s unseen, I know you all, | |
I know and I see. | |
Night will fall, though the darkness is real, the sun will rise, I' ll lift your head up, the true awakening, I' ll never leave, come waste away with me. | |
Give up everything. | |
I hold truth and resurrection life. | |
Kid stay vigilant. | |
You watch and wait for my imminent return. | |
Give up everything. | |
I hold truth and resurrection life. | |
Kid stay vigilant. | |
You watch and wait for my imminent return. | |
And every generation sings. | |
Every generation that lifts up its head, it lifts up its hands, as the people sing... | |
We are those, and we declare to every broken heart, children of One. | |
Let every wounded soul, who' s unseen, all who' ve been cast away. | |
Worlds will fall, every last one that' s been turned away, we may die... | |
We declare over your heart... | |
... in the awakening. | |
... this is your destiny. | |
Come waste away! | |
Maranatha! | |
Jesus come! | |
Kingdom come! | |
Jesus come! | |
Kingdom come! | |
Your will! |
zuò qǔ : Green, Gregson, Sleeping Giant | |
Taking me to the streets, I' m losing everything society deemed important to me. | |
Where do I turn? Kicking me in the teeth. | |
Why' s my wife and daughter sleeping in some strange building, their whole life taped in boxes. | |
How can my marriage survive? | |
How will my wife respect me at night if she don' t think I' ll provide. | |
What goes through my child' s mind, her fragile heart, this tears me apart. | |
Oh Jesus am I alone in this fight? | |
Only vagabonds can know. | |
Only the homeless ones can comprehend what it means to lose everything you know, just to come home again. | |
Only the pilgrims go from strength to strength, and the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head. | |
So now He helps me find my way in this world, I' m home again. | |
And He sings over me. | |
His voice washes my wounds clean. | |
He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. | |
You are one, you are my child. | |
Child of mine... | |
Oh nation, listen to me. | |
... who' s unseen. | |
Don' t you worry about a thing. | |
Night will fall, though the darkness is real, sun will rise, though the enemy lies. | |
The awakening, your home is nearer than it seems, come waste away with me. | |
How many sunny days have I passed men and women taken to poverty within this nation. | |
In passing I mumble a prayer, " Oh God just get them out of this jungle, let me show them salvation." | |
My Christian vanity, all my possession, all links and chains to this all powerful nothing. | |
We' re choking on American Dreams, and this whole nation falling down at the feet of the meek. | |
Maybe the homeless ones are free. | |
Maybe those vagabonds can comprehend, what it means to have absolutely nothing, while coming home again. | |
And as those pilgrims go from strength to strength. | |
Like the Son of Man, nowhere to lay his head. | |
And I' ve experienced losing everything I thought was home, on my way home again. | |
And He sings over me. | |
His voice washes my wounds clean. | |
He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. | |
ou are one, you are my children, child of mine, you can see me, who' s unseen, I know you all, | |
I know and I see. | |
Night will fall, though the darkness is real, the sun will rise, I' ll lift your head up, the true awakening, I' ll never leave, come waste away with me. | |
Give up everything. | |
I hold truth and resurrection life. | |
Kid stay vigilant. | |
You watch and wait for my imminent return. | |
Give up everything. | |
I hold truth and resurrection life. | |
Kid stay vigilant. | |
You watch and wait for my imminent return. | |
And every generation sings. | |
Every generation that lifts up its head, it lifts up its hands, as the people sing... | |
We are those, and we declare to every broken heart, children of One. | |
Let every wounded soul, who' s unseen, all who' ve been cast away. | |
Worlds will fall, every last one that' s been turned away, we may die... | |
We declare over your heart... | |
... in the awakening. | |
... this is your destiny. | |
Come waste away! | |
Maranatha! | |
Jesus come! | |
Kingdom come! | |
Jesus come! | |
Kingdom come! | |
Your will! |