Song | World Without A Heart |
Artist | The Flower Kings |
Album | The Rainmaker |
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作词 : Stolt | |
When you turn away and lock all your doors | |
When it's getting out of hand, how am I to understand | |
And then you may think there's no turning back | |
Running low on self esteem | |
falling back into your dream | |
There's this endless hole in the wishing well | |
Wish you were somebody else | |
but too afraid to ask for help | |
Would you play a part in the scheme of things | |
And I will depend on you, if you show me how to do | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day | |
And the winner smiles and she takes it all | |
And you are lonely and afraid, | |
but she doesn't look your way | |
And they know the drill, taking you apart | |
And the world that you have known | |
is a world without a heart | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day | |
Who can tell the price of learning, | |
steppin out and turn the key | |
slow and steady fire burning, | |
feeding on it's elf esteem. | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day |
zuo ci : Stolt | |
When you turn away and lock all your doors | |
When it' s getting out of hand, how am I to understand | |
And then you may think there' s no turning back | |
Running low on self esteem | |
falling back into your dream | |
There' s this endless hole in the wishing well | |
Wish you were somebody else | |
but too afraid to ask for help | |
Would you play a part in the scheme of things | |
And I will depend on you, if you show me how to do | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day | |
And the winner smiles and she takes it all | |
And you are lonely and afraid, | |
but she doesn' t look your way | |
And they know the drill, taking you apart | |
And the world that you have known | |
is a world without a heart | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day | |
Who can tell the price of learning, | |
steppin out and turn the key | |
slow and steady fire burning, | |
feeding on it' s elf esteem. | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day |
zuò cí : Stolt | |
When you turn away and lock all your doors | |
When it' s getting out of hand, how am I to understand | |
And then you may think there' s no turning back | |
Running low on self esteem | |
falling back into your dream | |
There' s this endless hole in the wishing well | |
Wish you were somebody else | |
but too afraid to ask for help | |
Would you play a part in the scheme of things | |
And I will depend on you, if you show me how to do | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day | |
And the winner smiles and she takes it all | |
And you are lonely and afraid, | |
but she doesn' t look your way | |
And they know the drill, taking you apart | |
And the world that you have known | |
is a world without a heart | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day | |
Who can tell the price of learning, | |
steppin out and turn the key | |
slow and steady fire burning, | |
feeding on it' s elf esteem. | |
We are the troopers, pick up the losers | |
and turn into a better day | |
Pick up the sceptics, the non believers | |
and turn into a brighter day |