| Song | Another Way Around |
| Artist | Luca Fogale |
| Album | Another Way Around |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Luca Fogale |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Luca Angelo Fogale |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:14.22] | Trust me when I say, that I understand |
| [00:21.33] | That believing in nothin', is a lead heavy hand |
| [00:29.09] | That at the fade of the water, is often the sand |
| [00:37.03] | That maybe all we're doin's for nothin' |
| [00:40.93] | |
| [00:44.09] | But you pace down the hallway with nothin' to say |
| [00:51.80] | And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play |
| [00:59.01] | So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change |
| [01:06.94] | Wish that every piece was for somethin' |
| [01:11.53] | |
| [01:13.63] | But if nothing is sacred |
| [01:16.03] | And nothing is lost |
| [01:18.15] | And I'm in your corner |
| [01:20.58] | Whatever the cost |
| [01:22.86] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [01:27.32] | Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
| [01:33.38] | |
| [01:40.66] | But still the traces of you, seem to lie spread appart |
| [01:48.85] | The engine won't turn and the furnace won't spark |
| [01:56.26] | Conversations of futures, resign to the dark |
| [02:04.05] | Feels like all that you built may just crumble |
| [02:09.20] | |
| [02:11.33] | But I know that I see, in your eyes there's a space |
| [02:19.25] | To salvage the moments, all neatly erased |
| [02:26.82] | To finally hold on to, the feelins' you chase |
| [02:35.27] | To learn how to sprint to a stumble |
| [02:40.76] | |
| [02:42.26] | Cause if nothing is sacred |
| [02:44.74] | And nothing is lost |
| [02:46.93] | And I'm in your corner |
| [02:49.23] | Whatever the cost |
| [02:51.70] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [02:56.17] | Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way... |
| [03:01.38] | |
| [03:05.18] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [03:10.01] | Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
| [03:17.35] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Luca Fogale |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Luca Angelo Fogale |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:14.22] | Trust me when I say, that I understand |
| [00:21.33] | That believing in nothin', is a lead heavy hand |
| [00:29.09] | That at the fade of the water, is often the sand |
| [00:37.03] | That maybe all we' re doin' s for nothin' |
| [00:40.93] | |
| [00:44.09] | But you pace down the hallway with nothin' to say |
| [00:51.80] | And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play |
| [00:59.01] | So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change |
| [01:06.94] | Wish that every piece was for somethin' |
| [01:11.53] | |
| [01:13.63] | But if nothing is sacred |
| [01:16.03] | And nothing is lost |
| [01:18.15] | And I' m in your corner |
| [01:20.58] | Whatever the cost |
| [01:22.86] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [01:27.32] | Then we' ll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
| [01:33.38] | |
| [01:40.66] | But still the traces of you, seem to lie spread appart |
| [01:48.85] | The engine won' t turn and the furnace won' t spark |
| [01:56.26] | Conversations of futures, resign to the dark |
| [02:04.05] | Feels like all that you built may just crumble |
| [02:09.20] | |
| [02:11.33] | But I know that I see, in your eyes there' s a space |
| [02:19.25] | To salvage the moments, all neatly erased |
| [02:26.82] | To finally hold on to, the feelins' you chase |
| [02:35.27] | To learn how to sprint to a stumble |
| [02:40.76] | |
| [02:42.26] | Cause if nothing is sacred |
| [02:44.74] | And nothing is lost |
| [02:46.93] | And I' m in your corner |
| [02:49.23] | Whatever the cost |
| [02:51.70] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [02:56.17] | Then we' ll fight a little harder, and find another way... |
| [03:01.38] | |
| [03:05.18] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [03:10.01] | Then we' ll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
| [03:17.35] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Luca Fogale |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Luca Angelo Fogale |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:14.22] | Trust me when I say, that I understand |
| [00:21.33] | That believing in nothin', is a lead heavy hand |
| [00:29.09] | That at the fade of the water, is often the sand |
| [00:37.03] | That maybe all we' re doin' s for nothin' |
| [00:40.93] | |
| [00:44.09] | But you pace down the hallway with nothin' to say |
| [00:51.80] | And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play |
| [00:59.01] | So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change |
| [01:06.94] | Wish that every piece was for somethin' |
| [01:11.53] | |
| [01:13.63] | But if nothing is sacred |
| [01:16.03] | And nothing is lost |
| [01:18.15] | And I' m in your corner |
| [01:20.58] | Whatever the cost |
| [01:22.86] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [01:27.32] | Then we' ll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
| [01:33.38] | |
| [01:40.66] | But still the traces of you, seem to lie spread appart |
| [01:48.85] | The engine won' t turn and the furnace won' t spark |
| [01:56.26] | Conversations of futures, resign to the dark |
| [02:04.05] | Feels like all that you built may just crumble |
| [02:09.20] | |
| [02:11.33] | But I know that I see, in your eyes there' s a space |
| [02:19.25] | To salvage the moments, all neatly erased |
| [02:26.82] | To finally hold on to, the feelins' you chase |
| [02:35.27] | To learn how to sprint to a stumble |
| [02:40.76] | |
| [02:42.26] | Cause if nothing is sacred |
| [02:44.74] | And nothing is lost |
| [02:46.93] | And I' m in your corner |
| [02:49.23] | Whatever the cost |
| [02:51.70] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [02:56.17] | Then we' ll fight a little harder, and find another way... |
| [03:01.38] | |
| [03:05.18] | If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
| [03:10.01] | Then we' ll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
| [03:17.35] |