Song | Postcard To God |
Artist | Vanden Plas |
Album | Christ 0 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kuntz, Lill | |
Surrounded by a cover like a shiled for all the faith | |
Surrounded by this pine and never ending days | |
I'm living in a prison but I dare to die outside | |
That keeps my will alive | |
And we're sending out a message | |
And we're sending out a prayer | |
And the voices asking every night | |
Is there anybody there | |
Somebody knows, somebody knows | |
When I pray I can say | |
All my believing in just one word | |
When I pray then I may | |
Sending an unwritten postcard to god | |
And now you buy me roses | |
And some needless little things | |
You're singing me a song | |
In a tune that no one signs | |
I'm longing for these memories | |
They keep me warm and safe | |
You throw'em in my grave | |
And I'm seidng you a message | |
And I'm sending you a prayer | |
All the echoes whisper in my ear | |
Is there anybody there | |
Somebody knows, somebody knows | |
When I pray I can say | |
All my believing in just one word | |
When I pray then I may | |
Sending an unwritten postcard to god | |
When I pray when I pray | |
When I pray when I pray |
zuo ci : Kuntz, Lill | |
Surrounded by a cover like a shiled for all the faith | |
Surrounded by this pine and never ending days | |
I' m living in a prison but I dare to die outside | |
That keeps my will alive | |
And we' re sending out a message | |
And we' re sending out a prayer | |
And the voices asking every night | |
Is there anybody there | |
Somebody knows, somebody knows | |
When I pray I can say | |
All my believing in just one word | |
When I pray then I may | |
Sending an unwritten postcard to god | |
And now you buy me roses | |
And some needless little things | |
You' re singing me a song | |
In a tune that no one signs | |
I' m longing for these memories | |
They keep me warm and safe | |
You throw' em in my grave | |
And I' m seidng you a message | |
And I' m sending you a prayer | |
All the echoes whisper in my ear | |
Is there anybody there | |
Somebody knows, somebody knows | |
When I pray I can say | |
All my believing in just one word | |
When I pray then I may | |
Sending an unwritten postcard to god | |
When I pray when I pray | |
When I pray when I pray |
zuò cí : Kuntz, Lill | |
Surrounded by a cover like a shiled for all the faith | |
Surrounded by this pine and never ending days | |
I' m living in a prison but I dare to die outside | |
That keeps my will alive | |
And we' re sending out a message | |
And we' re sending out a prayer | |
And the voices asking every night | |
Is there anybody there | |
Somebody knows, somebody knows | |
When I pray I can say | |
All my believing in just one word | |
When I pray then I may | |
Sending an unwritten postcard to god | |
And now you buy me roses | |
And some needless little things | |
You' re singing me a song | |
In a tune that no one signs | |
I' m longing for these memories | |
They keep me warm and safe | |
You throw' em in my grave | |
And I' m seidng you a message | |
And I' m sending you a prayer | |
All the echoes whisper in my ear | |
Is there anybody there | |
Somebody knows, somebody knows | |
When I pray I can say | |
All my believing in just one word | |
When I pray then I may | |
Sending an unwritten postcard to god | |
When I pray when I pray | |
When I pray when I pray |