Song | Silent Inferno |
Artist | The Flower Kings |
Album | Unfold The Future |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stolt | |
Quarter to four & the hours keep draggin' tonight | |
Nothing is wrong but you feel that your life ain't quite right | |
All the plans you made those years ago | |
Looking back on that dusty road | |
and the fading signs all read "oblivion" | |
Stare at the ceiling, the wheelin' and dealin' begin | |
You'll give almost anything now for some real peace within | |
Halfway down our faces frown | |
knowing more but still unsure | |
All the missed opportunities | |
fading hearts and aching bookends | |
Quarter to four and there's something odd building inside | |
Swimming the silence, the river is dark, warm and wide | |
Floating the chambers the echoes start filling your head | |
Finally fading until you don't know if you're dead... | |
Quarter to four and the thoughts keep spinning your mind | |
Don't dig too deep cause you may not like what you'll find | |
Caught between what you're expected to and what is really you | |
Could you have played your cards differently? | |
This and more you will never know. |
zuo ci : Stolt | |
Quarter to four the hours keep draggin' tonight | |
Nothing is wrong but you feel that your life ain' t quite right | |
All the plans you made those years ago | |
Looking back on that dusty road | |
and the fading signs all read " oblivion" | |
Stare at the ceiling, the wheelin' and dealin' begin | |
You' ll give almost anything now for some real peace within | |
Halfway down our faces frown | |
knowing more but still unsure | |
All the missed opportunities | |
fading hearts and aching bookends | |
Quarter to four and there' s something odd building inside | |
Swimming the silence, the river is dark, warm and wide | |
Floating the chambers the echoes start filling your head | |
Finally fading until you don' t know if you' re dead... | |
Quarter to four and the thoughts keep spinning your mind | |
Don' t dig too deep cause you may not like what you' ll find | |
Caught between what you' re expected to and what is really you | |
Could you have played your cards differently? | |
This and more you will never know. |
zuò cí : Stolt | |
Quarter to four the hours keep draggin' tonight | |
Nothing is wrong but you feel that your life ain' t quite right | |
All the plans you made those years ago | |
Looking back on that dusty road | |
and the fading signs all read " oblivion" | |
Stare at the ceiling, the wheelin' and dealin' begin | |
You' ll give almost anything now for some real peace within | |
Halfway down our faces frown | |
knowing more but still unsure | |
All the missed opportunities | |
fading hearts and aching bookends | |
Quarter to four and there' s something odd building inside | |
Swimming the silence, the river is dark, warm and wide | |
Floating the chambers the echoes start filling your head | |
Finally fading until you don' t know if you' re dead... | |
Quarter to four and the thoughts keep spinning your mind | |
Don' t dig too deep cause you may not like what you' ll find | |
Caught between what you' re expected to and what is really you | |
Could you have played your cards differently? | |
This and more you will never know. |