Song | The Ghost of the River |
Artist | The Anniversary |
Album | Your Majesty |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Berwanger, Roelofs | |
Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear | |
Sing clearly, the path of the arrow is near | |
The river will dry up every year | |
The sun should drink every last tear | |
It flows above the casket's lear | |
So lay down, next to your brother | |
And go blind | |
Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear | |
How lovely, the ghost of the river draws near | |
Keep moving, let faith pour out in blood from ear to ear | |
Burn your money, remember it does you no good 'round here | |
The river will dry up every year | |
The sun should drink every last tear | |
It flows above the casket's lear | |
So lay down, next to your brother | |
And go blind | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Oh, Who stole my soul? | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Oh, I may never know |
zuo qu : Berwanger, Roelofs | |
Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear | |
Sing clearly, the path of the arrow is near | |
The river will dry up every year | |
The sun should drink every last tear | |
It flows above the casket' s lear | |
So lay down, next to your brother | |
And go blind | |
Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear | |
How lovely, the ghost of the river draws near | |
Keep moving, let faith pour out in blood from ear to ear | |
Burn your money, remember it does you no good ' round here | |
The river will dry up every year | |
The sun should drink every last tear | |
It flows above the casket' s lear | |
So lay down, next to your brother | |
And go blind | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Oh, Who stole my soul? | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Oh, I may never know |
zuò qǔ : Berwanger, Roelofs | |
Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear | |
Sing clearly, the path of the arrow is near | |
The river will dry up every year | |
The sun should drink every last tear | |
It flows above the casket' s lear | |
So lay down, next to your brother | |
And go blind | |
Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear | |
How lovely, the ghost of the river draws near | |
Keep moving, let faith pour out in blood from ear to ear | |
Burn your money, remember it does you no good ' round here | |
The river will dry up every year | |
The sun should drink every last tear | |
It flows above the casket' s lear | |
So lay down, next to your brother | |
And go blind | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Oh, Who stole my soul? | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Who stole my soul, | |
I may never know | |
Oh, I may never know |