Song | White Gown |
Artist | Wolfstone |
Album | Year Of The Dog |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chisholm, Drever | |
You can burn me if you want | |
to but I won't feel a flame | |
You can taunt me with your words | |
but I won't feel ashamed | |
You can burn your crosses down | |
until the morning light | |
You can burn out my brown eyes | |
but I won't lose my sight | |
You can cast at me the first stone, | |
I'll cast it to the floor | |
You can try to clip my wings, | |
over mountains I will soar | |
You can wear your white satin | |
robes and I will wear my pride | |
And to hold me back you might | |
as well hold back the morning tide | |
Chorus... | |
With your White Gown, handed down | |
Fills my heart with pain | |
With your White Gown, handed down | |
Fills you up with shame | |
You can offer me resistance, | |
I will offer you my hand | |
For a man who has lost his soul | |
is like the drifting sand | |
You can strike me if you want to, | |
I won't cause you any pain | |
For as long as you don't carry | |
scars I won't carry blame | |
Chorus... | |
You can burn me if you want | |
to but I won't feel a flame | |
You can taunt me with your | |
words but I won't feel ashamed | |
You can think of me as running | |
scared but run it from your mind | |
I'll stand and look you in the | |
eye until the end of time |
zuo qu : Chisholm, Drever | |
You can burn me if you want | |
to but I won' t feel a flame | |
You can taunt me with your words | |
but I won' t feel ashamed | |
You can burn your crosses down | |
until the morning light | |
You can burn out my brown eyes | |
but I won' t lose my sight | |
You can cast at me the first stone, | |
I' ll cast it to the floor | |
You can try to clip my wings, | |
over mountains I will soar | |
You can wear your white satin | |
robes and I will wear my pride | |
And to hold me back you might | |
as well hold back the morning tide | |
Chorus... | |
With your White Gown, handed down | |
Fills my heart with pain | |
With your White Gown, handed down | |
Fills you up with shame | |
You can offer me resistance, | |
I will offer you my hand | |
For a man who has lost his soul | |
is like the drifting sand | |
You can strike me if you want to, | |
I won' t cause you any pain | |
For as long as you don' t carry | |
scars I won' t carry blame | |
Chorus... | |
You can burn me if you want | |
to but I won' t feel a flame | |
You can taunt me with your | |
words but I won' t feel ashamed | |
You can think of me as running | |
scared but run it from your mind | |
I' ll stand and look you in the | |
eye until the end of time |
zuò qǔ : Chisholm, Drever | |
You can burn me if you want | |
to but I won' t feel a flame | |
You can taunt me with your words | |
but I won' t feel ashamed | |
You can burn your crosses down | |
until the morning light | |
You can burn out my brown eyes | |
but I won' t lose my sight | |
You can cast at me the first stone, | |
I' ll cast it to the floor | |
You can try to clip my wings, | |
over mountains I will soar | |
You can wear your white satin | |
robes and I will wear my pride | |
And to hold me back you might | |
as well hold back the morning tide | |
Chorus... | |
With your White Gown, handed down | |
Fills my heart with pain | |
With your White Gown, handed down | |
Fills you up with shame | |
You can offer me resistance, | |
I will offer you my hand | |
For a man who has lost his soul | |
is like the drifting sand | |
You can strike me if you want to, | |
I won' t cause you any pain | |
For as long as you don' t carry | |
scars I won' t carry blame | |
Chorus... | |
You can burn me if you want | |
to but I won' t feel a flame | |
You can taunt me with your | |
words but I won' t feel ashamed | |
You can think of me as running | |
scared but run it from your mind | |
I' ll stand and look you in the | |
eye until the end of time |