Song | Cosmic circus |
Artist | The Flower Kings |
Album | Adam + Eve |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stolt | |
From the ragged fence | |
to the cosmic bends | |
we have paved our way with eagerness | |
and forced the world to make some sense | |
In this endless space, | |
looking for Gods given grace | |
Among countless scattered dying stars | |
by the fireplaces we found some comfort | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now | |
From the garden greens | |
to the mountain streams | |
We all worked the land and payed in sweat | |
while sweet illusions were passing by | |
Like fading tribe | |
on the ocean wide | |
In a random flash we live and die | |
Searching all religions, reasom why | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now | |
From the habbit hole, to the frozen poles | |
we have filled our hearts with poetry | |
while science was our leading star | |
On to million suns | |
where our fading memories dance | |
While we try so hard to understand | |
the untold genesis of man | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now |
zuo ci : Stolt | |
From the ragged fence | |
to the cosmic bends | |
we have paved our way with eagerness | |
and forced the world to make some sense | |
In this endless space, | |
looking for Gods given grace | |
Among countless scattered dying stars | |
by the fireplaces we found some comfort | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now | |
From the garden greens | |
to the mountain streams | |
We all worked the land and payed in sweat | |
while sweet illusions were passing by | |
Like fading tribe | |
on the ocean wide | |
In a random flash we live and die | |
Searching all religions, reasom why | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now | |
From the habbit hole, to the frozen poles | |
we have filled our hearts with poetry | |
while science was our leading star | |
On to million suns | |
where our fading memories dance | |
While we try so hard to understand | |
the untold genesis of man | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now |
zuò cí : Stolt | |
From the ragged fence | |
to the cosmic bends | |
we have paved our way with eagerness | |
and forced the world to make some sense | |
In this endless space, | |
looking for Gods given grace | |
Among countless scattered dying stars | |
by the fireplaces we found some comfort | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now | |
From the garden greens | |
to the mountain streams | |
We all worked the land and payed in sweat | |
while sweet illusions were passing by | |
Like fading tribe | |
on the ocean wide | |
In a random flash we live and die | |
Searching all religions, reasom why | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now | |
From the habbit hole, to the frozen poles | |
we have filled our hearts with poetry | |
while science was our leading star | |
On to million suns | |
where our fading memories dance | |
While we try so hard to understand | |
the untold genesis of man | |
Waiting all to serve a greater purpose | |
or to join the cosmic circus now |