Song | Gaya's Dream |
Artist | The Gathering |
Album | Always |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gathering, Smits | |
Open the gates of the past | |
With the key to our hearts | |
Dream of the years gone by | |
Centuries through mankind's eyes | |
In the wasteland that grows inside | |
Within me | |
I shall find myself | |
Slowly walking, pacing front | |
See through these blind eyes | |
Stepping on shadows, touching air | |
Stones move as | |
I stand still | |
Seek the answers in the skies | |
As we don't even know ourselves | |
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes | |
In the wasteland that grows inside | |
Within me | |
I shall find myself | |
For years of space technology | |
Still we haven't learned | |
Like children we explore | |
Things we can't yet comprehend | |
Open the doors of the past | |
With the beating of a heart | |
Dream as the years go by | |
Carrying our own cross | |
Seek the answers in the skies | |
As we don't even know ourselves | |
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes |
zuo ci : Gathering, Smits | |
Open the gates of the past | |
With the key to our hearts | |
Dream of the years gone by | |
Centuries through mankind' s eyes | |
In the wasteland that grows inside | |
Within me | |
I shall find myself | |
Slowly walking, pacing front | |
See through these blind eyes | |
Stepping on shadows, touching air | |
Stones move as | |
I stand still | |
Seek the answers in the skies | |
As we don' t even know ourselves | |
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes | |
In the wasteland that grows inside | |
Within me | |
I shall find myself | |
For years of space technology | |
Still we haven' t learned | |
Like children we explore | |
Things we can' t yet comprehend | |
Open the doors of the past | |
With the beating of a heart | |
Dream as the years go by | |
Carrying our own cross | |
Seek the answers in the skies | |
As we don' t even know ourselves | |
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes |
zuò cí : Gathering, Smits | |
Open the gates of the past | |
With the key to our hearts | |
Dream of the years gone by | |
Centuries through mankind' s eyes | |
In the wasteland that grows inside | |
Within me | |
I shall find myself | |
Slowly walking, pacing front | |
See through these blind eyes | |
Stepping on shadows, touching air | |
Stones move as | |
I stand still | |
Seek the answers in the skies | |
As we don' t even know ourselves | |
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes | |
In the wasteland that grows inside | |
Within me | |
I shall find myself | |
For years of space technology | |
Still we haven' t learned | |
Like children we explore | |
Things we can' t yet comprehend | |
Open the doors of the past | |
With the beating of a heart | |
Dream as the years go by | |
Carrying our own cross | |
Seek the answers in the skies | |
As we don' t even know ourselves | |
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes |