Song | Find Us |
Artist | Burudu |
Album | Speaking of Listening |
作词 : Nakul Sharma/Sahil Bhatia | |
作曲 : Nakul Sharma/Sahil Bhatia | |
Lighting up the skies | |
From a distance | |
Watching people smile | |
Like a misfit | |
Sadness in our eyes | |
With a smile to the blind | |
Are we wrong to feel | |
for an instance | |
Hold on for a minute | |
(find me) smiling in my chair | |
Say something forbidden | |
(how) long do you despair | |
Our saviours will find us | |
And bring us a sign | |
No failure defines us, | |
Our wounds are benign | |
Throw me back in to the sky | |
Where I can see your clouded mind | |
Falling down I’ve lost my ties | |
Rising to loving her crimes | |
Hold on for a minute | |
(find me) smiling in my chair | |
Say something forbidden | |
(how) long do you despair | |
Our saviours, will find us | |
And bring us a sign | |
No failure, defines us, | |
Our wounds are benign | |
Saviours define us, | |
And bring me, a sign, | |
Saviours inside us, | |
Our prayers combined | |
Lost in misled ties | |
With hope in her eyes | |
Rising from those times | |
Without hating her crimes | |
All the change is now in sight | |
Wished upon by demoned eyes | |
Hide the face that you once tried to show |
zuò cí : Nakul Sharma Sahil Bhatia | |
zuò qǔ : Nakul Sharma Sahil Bhatia | |
Lighting up the skies | |
From a distance | |
Watching people smile | |
Like a misfit | |
Sadness in our eyes | |
With a smile to the blind | |
Are we wrong to feel | |
for an instance | |
Hold on for a minute | |
find me smiling in my chair | |
Say something forbidden | |
how long do you despair | |
Our saviours will find us | |
And bring us a sign | |
No failure defines us, | |
Our wounds are benign | |
Throw me back in to the sky | |
Where I can see your clouded mind | |
Falling down I' ve lost my ties | |
Rising to loving her crimes | |
Hold on for a minute | |
find me smiling in my chair | |
Say something forbidden | |
how long do you despair | |
Our saviours, will find us | |
And bring us a sign | |
No failure, defines us, | |
Our wounds are benign | |
Saviours define us, | |
And bring me, a sign, | |
Saviours inside us, | |
Our prayers combined | |
Lost in misled ties | |
With hope in her eyes | |
Rising from those times | |
Without hating her crimes | |
All the change is now in sight | |
Wished upon by demoned eyes | |
Hide the face that you once tried to show |