Song | Pure Chance |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Uninvited, Like the Clouds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
What chance of meeting | |
So far out here | |
As if repeating | |
What's never clear | |
The verdant meadows | |
The smoky coil | |
The air and ether | |
The boiling soil | |
I read your novel | |
The names were switched | |
I heard you travel | |
You must be rich | |
Those distant cities | |
Are safe and warm | |
Within their walls | |
Of chloroform | |
Home | |
It's so far away now | |
Pure chance | |
It's so far | |
It's so far away now | |
My wife was warm | |
But the water was cold | |
And she was young | |
And the ocean was old | |
There were voices singing from under the sea | |
As I followed them down I felt them drowning me | |
What chance of meeting | |
So long ago | |
Just for a fleeting... | |
Ah, well you know | |
How unintentional | |
A random whim | |
Coincidental | |
A shallow thing | |
Home | |
It's so far away now | |
Pure chance | |
It's so far | |
It's so far away now | |
My wife was soft | |
The mountain was hard | |
Her skin was smooth | |
The rocks were scarred | |
There were voices singing above in the sky | |
As I followed them up I was prepared to die |
zuo ci : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
What chance of meeting | |
So far out here | |
As if repeating | |
What' s never clear | |
The verdant meadows | |
The smoky coil | |
The air and ether | |
The boiling soil | |
I read your novel | |
The names were switched | |
I heard you travel | |
You must be rich | |
Those distant cities | |
Are safe and warm | |
Within their walls | |
Of chloroform | |
Home | |
It' s so far away now | |
Pure chance | |
It' s so far | |
It' s so far away now | |
My wife was warm | |
But the water was cold | |
And she was young | |
And the ocean was old | |
There were voices singing from under the sea | |
As I followed them down I felt them drowning me | |
What chance of meeting | |
So long ago | |
Just for a fleeting... | |
Ah, well you know | |
How unintentional | |
A random whim | |
Coincidental | |
A shallow thing | |
Home | |
It' s so far away now | |
Pure chance | |
It' s so far | |
It' s so far away now | |
My wife was soft | |
The mountain was hard | |
Her skin was smooth | |
The rocks were scarred | |
There were voices singing above in the sky | |
As I followed them up I was prepared to die |
zuò cí : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
What chance of meeting | |
So far out here | |
As if repeating | |
What' s never clear | |
The verdant meadows | |
The smoky coil | |
The air and ether | |
The boiling soil | |
I read your novel | |
The names were switched | |
I heard you travel | |
You must be rich | |
Those distant cities | |
Are safe and warm | |
Within their walls | |
Of chloroform | |
Home | |
It' s so far away now | |
Pure chance | |
It' s so far | |
It' s so far away now | |
My wife was warm | |
But the water was cold | |
And she was young | |
And the ocean was old | |
There were voices singing from under the sea | |
As I followed them down I felt them drowning me | |
What chance of meeting | |
So long ago | |
Just for a fleeting... | |
Ah, well you know | |
How unintentional | |
A random whim | |
Coincidental | |
A shallow thing | |
Home | |
It' s so far away now | |
Pure chance | |
It' s so far | |
It' s so far away now | |
My wife was soft | |
The mountain was hard | |
Her skin was smooth | |
The rocks were scarred | |
There were voices singing above in the sky | |
As I followed them up I was prepared to die |