Trading My Soul Lyrics
| Song | Trading My Soul |
| Artist | The Flower Kings |
| Album | The Sum Of No Evil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stolt | |
| Don't tell me I'm dying... got no time for grief | |
| Don't open that door – now let me go back to sleep. | |
| I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul | |
| I'm spinning that big black hole | |
| On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin | |
| We drift like feathers in wind | |
| Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
| I'm in limbo between earth and sky | |
| I can see all your houses from here | |
| But don't you tell me that this is dying | |
| The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room | |
| I'm left here with no ticket, but I bet we're leaving soon | |
| I'm just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul | |
| I'm spinning that big black hole | |
| On borrowed wings; nor flesh, nor skin | |
| We drift like feathers in wind | |
| Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
| I'm in limbo between earth and sky | |
| I can see all your houses from here | |
| But don't you tell me that this is dying |
| zuo ci : Stolt | |
| Don' t tell me I' m dying... got no time for grief | |
| Don' t open that door now let me go back to sleep. | |
| I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
| I' m spinning that big black hole | |
| On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
| We drift like feathers in wind | |
| Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
| I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
| I can see all your houses from here | |
| But don' t you tell me that this is dying | |
| The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room | |
| I' m left here with no ticket, but I bet we' re leaving soon | |
| I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
| I' m spinning that big black hole | |
| On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
| We drift like feathers in wind | |
| Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
| I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
| I can see all your houses from here | |
| But don' t you tell me that this is dying |
| zuò cí : Stolt | |
| Don' t tell me I' m dying... got no time for grief | |
| Don' t open that door now let me go back to sleep. | |
| I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
| I' m spinning that big black hole | |
| On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
| We drift like feathers in wind | |
| Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
| I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
| I can see all your houses from here | |
| But don' t you tell me that this is dying | |
| The walls... the carpets... the curtains... they cloud the room | |
| I' m left here with no ticket, but I bet we' re leaving soon | |
| I' m just in a phase of fading, I m left here trading my soul | |
| I' m spinning that big black hole | |
| On borrowed wings nor flesh, nor skin | |
| We drift like feathers in wind | |
| Not the end, but I sense it is near | |
| I' m in limbo between earth and sky | |
| I can see all your houses from here | |
| But don' t you tell me that this is dying |
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