Song | Walk With The Night |
Artist | The Silencers |
Album | A Blues For Buddha |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : O'Neill, Silencers | |
The moon glows like a white headlight | |
As I walk down the street on my own | |
A dark god wears a jacket of leather | |
With a thousand diamente stones | |
And minarets throw out electric beams | |
And everything's exactly as it seems | |
Now I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, mm-hmm | |
Yes, I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
I said... | |
Yeah... | |
The winds blows on the battlefield | |
As I walk through the wasted land | |
Smoke rings, but no birds sings | |
And a phantom king is in command | |
And victories are lost in dreams | |
And everything's exactly as it seems | |
Now I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, whoa-oh | |
Yes, I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Come on! | |
Come on! | |
A whisper from some other time | |
Now I can see those lights At the edge of the world | |
A thunder from some other time | |
Now I can hear those drums at the edge of the world | |
From wilderness to desert | |
Across pylons to the motorway | |
I said, ghosts on a wild night whisper my name | |
They call to me from far away | |
Now I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above | |
Yes, I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Now I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, whoa-oh | |
Yes, I'm gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Of love, of love | |
Of love, of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love |
zuo qu : O' Neill, Silencers | |
The moon glows like a white headlight | |
As I walk down the street on my own | |
A dark god wears a jacket of leather | |
With a thousand diamente stones | |
And minarets throw out electric beams | |
And everything' s exactly as it seems | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, mmhmm | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
I said... | |
Yeah... | |
The winds blows on the battlefield | |
As I walk through the wasted land | |
Smoke rings, but no birds sings | |
And a phantom king is in command | |
And victories are lost in dreams | |
And everything' s exactly as it seems | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, whoaoh | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Come on! | |
Come on! | |
A whisper from some other time | |
Now I can see those lights At the edge of the world | |
A thunder from some other time | |
Now I can hear those drums at the edge of the world | |
From wilderness to desert | |
Across pylons to the motorway | |
I said, ghosts on a wild night whisper my name | |
They call to me from far away | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, whoaoh | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Of love, of love | |
Of love, of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love |
zuò qǔ : O' Neill, Silencers | |
The moon glows like a white headlight | |
As I walk down the street on my own | |
A dark god wears a jacket of leather | |
With a thousand diamente stones | |
And minarets throw out electric beams | |
And everything' s exactly as it seems | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, mmhmm | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
I said... | |
Yeah... | |
The winds blows on the battlefield | |
As I walk through the wasted land | |
Smoke rings, but no birds sings | |
And a phantom king is in command | |
And victories are lost in dreams | |
And everything' s exactly as it seems | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, whoaoh | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Come on! | |
Come on! | |
A whisper from some other time | |
Now I can see those lights At the edge of the world | |
A thunder from some other time | |
Now I can hear those drums at the edge of the world | |
From wilderness to desert | |
Across pylons to the motorway | |
I said, ghosts on a wild night whisper my name | |
They call to me from far away | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Now I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Talk to the angels above, whoaoh | |
Yes, I' m gonna walk with the night | |
Describe this phantasm of love | |
Of love, of love | |
Of love, of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
Of love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love | |
This love |