| Song | Dekadance |
| Artist | Moonspell |
| Album | Sin / Pecado |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up?and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up?and from my mouth will flee a song | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upwith this strange need of not to belong | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upjust to copy whatever is wrong | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upin a cage of perfect gold | |
| Tomorrow, will | |
| I wake up?hope in tongue, golden song | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upwith an innate appetiteto be just one of yours | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upand try everything not to be alone | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up?and try everything to be alone | |
| Incise, open wide from the insidecast out, see what is still left of live | |
| Secure for me the status of a prime suspect | |
| Tying the hands of a blindman | |
| Teaching the colours to a blindman | |
| And ask him to react, and ask him to react | |
| Tomorrow I will finally feela natural will of being artificialinto | |
| Decadancewithelegance. |
| zuo ci : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up? and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up? and from my mouth will flee a song | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upwith this strange need of not to belong | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upjust to copy whatever is wrong | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upin a cage of perfect gold | |
| Tomorrow, will | |
| I wake up? hope in tongue, golden song | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upwith an innate appetiteto be just one of yours | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upand try everything not to be alone | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up? and try everything to be alone | |
| Incise, open wide from the insidecast out, see what is still left of live | |
| Secure for me the status of a prime suspect | |
| Tying the hands of a blindman | |
| Teaching the colours to a blindman | |
| And ask him to react, and ask him to react | |
| Tomorrow I will finally feela natural will of being artificialinto | |
| Decadancewithelegance. |
| zuò cí : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up? and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up? and from my mouth will flee a song | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upwith this strange need of not to belong | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upjust to copy whatever is wrong | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upin a cage of perfect gold | |
| Tomorrow, will | |
| I wake up? hope in tongue, golden song | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upwith an innate appetiteto be just one of yours | |
| Tomorrow I will wake upand try everything not to be alone | |
| Tomorrow will | |
| I wake up? and try everything to be alone | |
| Incise, open wide from the insidecast out, see what is still left of live | |
| Secure for me the status of a prime suspect | |
| Tying the hands of a blindman | |
| Teaching the colours to a blindman | |
| And ask him to react, and ask him to react | |
| Tomorrow I will finally feela natural will of being artificialinto | |
| Decadancewithelegance. |