Strange Wings - Live at Spectrum Coliseum, Philadelphia, 1988 Lyrics
| Song | Strange Wings - Live at Spectrum Coliseum, Philadelphia, 1988 |
| Artist | Savatage |
| Album | Ghost in the Ruins - a Tribute to Criss Oliva |
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| 作词 : Oliva, Oliva, ONeill | |
| She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah | |
| I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes | |
| Atop a black winged mare | |
| Casting a wicked stare | |
| She throws her head back | |
| And rides into the night | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| Oh I, I followed her | |
| To the brink of dawn, yeah | |
| She, she took control of my very soul, yeah | |
| She's still a mystery | |
| In her arms I long to be | |
| I don't know why | |
| I turn and reach to the sky | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| Strange Wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| Strange Wings | |
| Tears she cries |
| zuo ci : Oliva, Oliva, ONeill | |
| She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah | |
| I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes | |
| Atop a black winged mare | |
| Casting a wicked stare | |
| She throws her head back | |
| And rides into the night | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| Oh I, I followed her | |
| To the brink of dawn, yeah | |
| She, she took control of my very soul, yeah | |
| She' s still a mystery | |
| In her arms I long to be | |
| I don' t know why | |
| I turn and reach to the sky | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| Strange Wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| Strange Wings | |
| Tears she cries |
| zuò cí : Oliva, Oliva, ONeill | |
| She is a native of the stormy skies, yeah | |
| I, I caught a glimpse from the depths of my eyes | |
| Atop a black winged mare | |
| Casting a wicked stare | |
| She throws her head back | |
| And rides into the night | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| Oh I, I followed her | |
| To the brink of dawn, yeah | |
| She, she took control of my very soul, yeah | |
| She' s still a mystery | |
| In her arms I long to be | |
| I don' t know why | |
| I turn and reach to the sky | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| She flies strange wings | |
| Still tears she cries | |
| Strange Wings | |
| Behind a thin disguise | |
| Strange Wings | |
| Tears she cries |
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