Song | Phoenix Fire |
Artist | Michael Hedges |
Album | Torched |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hedges | |
A healing fault is open now, crevassing my way | |
Something new will flower through the old decay | |
Angels of the media are radiant and clear | |
Tuning in, I siphon their fuel of fear | |
I scale across their veils of prayer, torn and televised | |
They reinject their vision; I see through their eyes | |
I think it's gonna blow tonight | |
My wings wanna glow up bright | |
I broke free from a deep desire | |
Stoke my phoenix fire | |
Cupid laughs as I reclaim my shiny golden spears | |
For a bell of love, melted down through the years | |
And they're pierced up on the edge of night | |
With nothing more to say | |
A massacre of valentines await the day | |
Wringing into my new form, ringing out the past | |
Flying low, I hear the toll of shadows cast |
zuo qu : Hedges | |
A healing fault is open now, crevassing my way | |
Something new will flower through the old decay | |
Angels of the media are radiant and clear | |
Tuning in, I siphon their fuel of fear | |
I scale across their veils of prayer, torn and televised | |
They reinject their vision I see through their eyes | |
I think it' s gonna blow tonight | |
My wings wanna glow up bright | |
I broke free from a deep desire | |
Stoke my phoenix fire | |
Cupid laughs as I reclaim my shiny golden spears | |
For a bell of love, melted down through the years | |
And they' re pierced up on the edge of night | |
With nothing more to say | |
A massacre of valentines await the day | |
Wringing into my new form, ringing out the past | |
Flying low, I hear the toll of shadows cast |
zuò qǔ : Hedges | |
A healing fault is open now, crevassing my way | |
Something new will flower through the old decay | |
Angels of the media are radiant and clear | |
Tuning in, I siphon their fuel of fear | |
I scale across their veils of prayer, torn and televised | |
They reinject their vision I see through their eyes | |
I think it' s gonna blow tonight | |
My wings wanna glow up bright | |
I broke free from a deep desire | |
Stoke my phoenix fire | |
Cupid laughs as I reclaim my shiny golden spears | |
For a bell of love, melted down through the years | |
And they' re pierced up on the edge of night | |
With nothing more to say | |
A massacre of valentines await the day | |
Wringing into my new form, ringing out the past | |
Flying low, I hear the toll of shadows cast |