Song | Lurhstaap |
Artist | New Model Army |
Album | Impurity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan | |
One swallow never made a spring | |
You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king | |
Beware the trinkets that we bring | |
When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone | |
You tore the statues to the ground crying - let my people go | |
And now they're gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
The freedom passion and the two faced call | |
They dance together upon the wall | |
With nothing left to break the fall | |
Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods | |
The college buildings stand | |
And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land | |
All is gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down | |
And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town | |
Innocence starts to peel away - How money changes everything | |
The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything | |
Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past | |
Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast | |
And now it's gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile |
zuo ci : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan | |
One swallow never made a spring | |
You can buy a crown it doesn' t make you king | |
Beware the trinkets that we bring | |
When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone | |
You tore the statues to the ground crying let my people go | |
And now they' re gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
The freedom passion and the two faced call | |
They dance together upon the wall | |
With nothing left to break the fall | |
Now twentyfive miles north in the great dark woods | |
The college buildings stand | |
And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land | |
All is gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down | |
And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town | |
Innocence starts to peel away How money changes everything | |
The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything | |
Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past | |
Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast | |
And now it' s gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile |
zuò cí : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan | |
One swallow never made a spring | |
You can buy a crown it doesn' t make you king | |
Beware the trinkets that we bring | |
When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone | |
You tore the statues to the ground crying let my people go | |
And now they' re gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
The freedom passion and the two faced call | |
They dance together upon the wall | |
With nothing left to break the fall | |
Now twentyfive miles north in the great dark woods | |
The college buildings stand | |
And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land | |
All is gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down | |
And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town | |
Innocence starts to peel away How money changes everything | |
The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything | |
Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past | |
Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast | |
And now it' s gone, all is gone | |
But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile |