Song | In Sickness And Health |
Artist | The Gathering |
Album | Always |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gathering, Smits | |
The cruelty of this world persists | |
The cold wind speaks for our lost | |
Whispering words, weaving worlds | |
Her time has come, alas | |
A man with opened eyes | |
One stopped out of a dream | |
With a view held within his mind | |
The tears for his bride redeem | |
Watching this world falling apart | |
Like the dreams in a shallow sleep | |
Countless are the nights they shared | |
The mourning in his tears | |
But morning still has broken | |
A light in his world of dawn | |
All beauty turned to rot | |
His flowers, all are gone | |
Close the eyes of eternal love | |
Buries his face in his hands | |
Her face looks so alive | |
In the morning sun | |
But morning still has broken | |
A light in his world of dawn | |
All beauty turned to rot | |
His flowers, all are gone | |
Dreams are nothing but illusions | |
Illusions for one to see | |
It's the visual projection of our inside | |
And as empty as the heart in me | |
As the heart in me... |
zuo ci : Gathering, Smits | |
The cruelty of this world persists | |
The cold wind speaks for our lost | |
Whispering words, weaving worlds | |
Her time has come, alas | |
A man with opened eyes | |
One stopped out of a dream | |
With a view held within his mind | |
The tears for his bride redeem | |
Watching this world falling apart | |
Like the dreams in a shallow sleep | |
Countless are the nights they shared | |
The mourning in his tears | |
But morning still has broken | |
A light in his world of dawn | |
All beauty turned to rot | |
His flowers, all are gone | |
Close the eyes of eternal love | |
Buries his face in his hands | |
Her face looks so alive | |
In the morning sun | |
But morning still has broken | |
A light in his world of dawn | |
All beauty turned to rot | |
His flowers, all are gone | |
Dreams are nothing but illusions | |
Illusions for one to see | |
It' s the visual projection of our inside | |
And as empty as the heart in me | |
As the heart in me... |
zuò cí : Gathering, Smits | |
The cruelty of this world persists | |
The cold wind speaks for our lost | |
Whispering words, weaving worlds | |
Her time has come, alas | |
A man with opened eyes | |
One stopped out of a dream | |
With a view held within his mind | |
The tears for his bride redeem | |
Watching this world falling apart | |
Like the dreams in a shallow sleep | |
Countless are the nights they shared | |
The mourning in his tears | |
But morning still has broken | |
A light in his world of dawn | |
All beauty turned to rot | |
His flowers, all are gone | |
Close the eyes of eternal love | |
Buries his face in his hands | |
Her face looks so alive | |
In the morning sun | |
But morning still has broken | |
A light in his world of dawn | |
All beauty turned to rot | |
His flowers, all are gone | |
Dreams are nothing but illusions | |
Illusions for one to see | |
It' s the visual projection of our inside | |
And as empty as the heart in me | |
As the heart in me... |