Song | New Dark Age |
Artist | The Sound |
Album | From The Lion's Mouth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Borland | |
In the darkest times | |
Darkest fears are heard | |
And from the safest places | |
Come the bravest words | |
Some make a quiet life | |
To keep this scared old world at bay | |
The dogs are howling on the street outside | |
So they close the curtains, hope they go away | |
And it's pressure from all sides | |
Coming down around our ears | |
Stuck in this room without a door | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we've got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And here it comes, a new dark age | |
I catch your eyes | |
Before they fall to the ground | |
We're running out of time, breath and steam | |
We're running down | |
They're burning witches | |
Up on punishment hill | |
Dying proof in the power of autority | |
To exact it's will | |
In the darkest times | |
Darkest fears are heard | |
And from the safest places | |
Come the bravest words | |
And it's pressure from all sides | |
Coming down around our ears | |
Stuck in this room without a door | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we've got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And we've broken our fingers | |
Broken our faith | |
Broken our hearts so many times | |
They can't be broken anymore | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we've got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And here it comes, a new dark age | |
Here it comes |
zuo qu : Borland | |
In the darkest times | |
Darkest fears are heard | |
And from the safest places | |
Come the bravest words | |
Some make a quiet life | |
To keep this scared old world at bay | |
The dogs are howling on the street outside | |
So they close the curtains, hope they go away | |
And it' s pressure from all sides | |
Coming down around our ears | |
Stuck in this room without a door | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And here it comes, a new dark age | |
I catch your eyes | |
Before they fall to the ground | |
We' re running out of time, breath and steam | |
We' re running down | |
They' re burning witches | |
Up on punishment hill | |
Dying proof in the power of autority | |
To exact it' s will | |
In the darkest times | |
Darkest fears are heard | |
And from the safest places | |
Come the bravest words | |
And it' s pressure from all sides | |
Coming down around our ears | |
Stuck in this room without a door | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And we' ve broken our fingers | |
Broken our faith | |
Broken our hearts so many times | |
They can' t be broken anymore | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And here it comes, a new dark age | |
Here it comes |
zuò qǔ : Borland | |
In the darkest times | |
Darkest fears are heard | |
And from the safest places | |
Come the bravest words | |
Some make a quiet life | |
To keep this scared old world at bay | |
The dogs are howling on the street outside | |
So they close the curtains, hope they go away | |
And it' s pressure from all sides | |
Coming down around our ears | |
Stuck in this room without a door | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And here it comes, a new dark age | |
I catch your eyes | |
Before they fall to the ground | |
We' re running out of time, breath and steam | |
We' re running down | |
They' re burning witches | |
Up on punishment hill | |
Dying proof in the power of autority | |
To exact it' s will | |
In the darkest times | |
Darkest fears are heard | |
And from the safest places | |
Come the bravest words | |
And it' s pressure from all sides | |
Coming down around our ears | |
Stuck in this room without a door | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And we' ve broken our fingers | |
Broken our faith | |
Broken our hearts so many times | |
They can' t be broken anymore | |
Scratched away at the walls for years | |
All we' ve got to show is the dust on the floor | |
And here it comes, a new dark age | |
Here it comes |