Song | There is more to this world |
Artist | The Flower Kings |
Album | Retropolis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stolt | |
Run brother hide if you can | |
Take these words from the medicine man | |
I saw the sign of men with cold hearts | |
With a heart of stone, unholy rolling stone | |
There is more to this world than we see with our eyes | |
There is more to this world than we touch with our hands | |
(Feels like heaven, feels like flying) | |
Once he was one in a crowd | |
Now, mighty warrior, he walk tall and proud | |
He once heard of a kingdom come in the skies | |
One day he'll spread his wings, go where the eagle flies | |
We touch the solid, seems like we trust the marble men | |
We hold the limits, build a small world for even smaller men | |
See how we run the fields | |
See how we touch the stars | |
Ride the wild horses again | |
Ride like the one you see | |
Run with your open heart | |
Run with no gun in hand | |
See with your open eyes | |
What has begun again |
zuo ci : Stolt | |
Run brother hide if you can | |
Take these words from the medicine man | |
I saw the sign of men with cold hearts | |
With a heart of stone, unholy rolling stone | |
There is more to this world than we see with our eyes | |
There is more to this world than we touch with our hands | |
Feels like heaven, feels like flying | |
Once he was one in a crowd | |
Now, mighty warrior, he walk tall and proud | |
He once heard of a kingdom come in the skies | |
One day he' ll spread his wings, go where the eagle flies | |
We touch the solid, seems like we trust the marble men | |
We hold the limits, build a small world for even smaller men | |
See how we run the fields | |
See how we touch the stars | |
Ride the wild horses again | |
Ride like the one you see | |
Run with your open heart | |
Run with no gun in hand | |
See with your open eyes | |
What has begun again |
zuò cí : Stolt | |
Run brother hide if you can | |
Take these words from the medicine man | |
I saw the sign of men with cold hearts | |
With a heart of stone, unholy rolling stone | |
There is more to this world than we see with our eyes | |
There is more to this world than we touch with our hands | |
Feels like heaven, feels like flying | |
Once he was one in a crowd | |
Now, mighty warrior, he walk tall and proud | |
He once heard of a kingdom come in the skies | |
One day he' ll spread his wings, go where the eagle flies | |
We touch the solid, seems like we trust the marble men | |
We hold the limits, build a small world for even smaller men | |
See how we run the fields | |
See how we touch the stars | |
Ride the wild horses again | |
Ride like the one you see | |
Run with your open heart | |
Run with no gun in hand | |
See with your open eyes | |
What has begun again |