Song | Pencil Rain |
Artist | They Might Be Giants |
Album | Lincoln |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : They Might Be Giants | |
The possible dream | |
Finale of seem | |
The moment that some call eternal that some call insane | |
Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead | |
The pageant is named the pencil rain | |
The infantry stands | |
And holds out its hands | |
The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train | |
They're searching the yonder blue | |
They look out for number two | |
The heraldry of the pencil rain | |
And now hear the roar that none can ignore | |
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed | |
And none who have witnessed all | |
Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain | |
The pencil rain | |
The pencil rain | |
The pencil rain |
zuo ci : They Might Be Giants | |
The possible dream | |
Finale of seem | |
The moment that some call eternal that some call insane | |
Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead | |
The pageant is named the pencil rain | |
The infantry stands | |
And holds out its hands | |
The marshal' s binoculars focus and skyward they train | |
They' re searching the yonder blue | |
They look out for number two | |
The heraldry of the pencil rain | |
And now hear the roar that none can ignore | |
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed | |
And none who have witnessed all | |
Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain | |
The pencil rain | |
The pencil rain | |
The pencil rain |
zuò cí : They Might Be Giants | |
The possible dream | |
Finale of seem | |
The moment that some call eternal that some call insane | |
Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead | |
The pageant is named the pencil rain | |
The infantry stands | |
And holds out its hands | |
The marshal' s binoculars focus and skyward they train | |
They' re searching the yonder blue | |
They look out for number two | |
The heraldry of the pencil rain | |
And now hear the roar that none can ignore | |
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed | |
And none who have witnessed all | |
Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain | |
The pencil rain | |
The pencil rain | |
The pencil rain |