Don't Follow the Winter Thread Lyrics
| Song | Don't Follow the Winter Thread |
| Artist | Valiant Hearts |
| Album | Wanderlust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Tom Byrne/Igor Serokvasha |
| [00:13.107] | Seasons collide from between the black and white |
| [00:18.907] | As the winter reins you in and holds you tight |
| [00:38.695] | Echoes pull me through a landscape untouched |
| [00:43.931] | Where some will never go |
| [00:45.158] | Chasing avalanches through fields of snow |
| [00:48.757] | Like animals so free to roam |
| [00:51.780] | (Like animals so free to roam) |
| [01:04.758] | Held underwater, watching reflections rise |
| [01:11.184] | Between needle and twine from unravelling nights that held up the sky |
| [01:17.612] | The thread flows on and on and the snowflakes start to fall |
| [01:22.733] | But if we chase it on we'll lose ourselves to the winter's beckon call |
| [01:30.990] | Through trees where light divides |
| [01:34.420] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [01:37.598] | Never asking why |
| [01:38.666] | They said don't follow the winter thread |
| [01:42.346] | But we're already too foreign |
| [01:44.911] | It says it knows our plight but its words strike cold |
| [01:51.166] | Hailing down upon our roofs, with every home it grows |
| [01:57.646] | We'll retreat into the flaws where our hearts were born, opened and exposed |
| [02:02.433] | Because we base our dreams in reality like faux, fading fools |
| [02:11.949] | Floral in bloom, yet our petals have no room to stretch out |
| [02:19.780] | Losing them all to gloom |
| [02:22.380] | Our clothes are ragged and our health is poor |
| [02:25.448] | Every home has shut their doors |
| [02:28.252] | And the windows cover any hope of hearth or warmth |
| [02:35.219] | Our aching soles can't go on for long, our feet are blistered and worn |
| [02:41.130] | How long does the road go on? |
| [02:43.838] | If no one helps us we'll soon be gone |
| [02:48.343] | Through trees where light divides |
| [02:51.107] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [02:54.524] | Never asking why |
| [02:55.577] | They said don't follow the winter thread |
| [02:59.014] | But we're already too foreign |
| [03:01.451] | Let's return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
| [03:06.382] | Because if we move we may shatter and break |
| [03:10.368] | Like poor, porcelain dolls |
| [03:13.995] | Clacking our heels at the door waiting for you to let us in |
| [03:19.943] | With alabaster faces that fold over themselves from end to end |
| [03:27.331] | The strings that tie and bind are dancing over our heads |
| [03:33.771] | A tango of puppets that pretend to cut the strings |
| [03:37.993] | Keeping their bodies in their beds |
| [03:45.473] | Through trees where light divides |
| [03:48.793] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [03:52.068] | Never asking why |
| [03:52.489] | They said don't follow the winter thread |
| [03:56.611] | But we're already too foreign |
| [03:59.193] | Let's return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
| [04:04.012] | Because if we move we may shatter and break |
| [04:08.238] | Like poor, porcelain dolls |
| [04:17.525] | As the winter reins you in |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Tom Byrne Igor Serokvasha |
| [00:13.107] | Seasons collide from between the black and white |
| [00:18.907] | As the winter reins you in and holds you tight |
| [00:38.695] | Echoes pull me through a landscape untouched |
| [00:43.931] | Where some will never go |
| [00:45.158] | Chasing avalanches through fields of snow |
| [00:48.757] | Like animals so free to roam |
| [00:51.780] | Like animals so free to roam |
| [01:04.758] | Held underwater, watching reflections rise |
| [01:11.184] | Between needle and twine from unravelling nights that held up the sky |
| [01:17.612] | The thread flows on and on and the snowflakes start to fall |
| [01:22.733] | But if we chase it on we' ll lose ourselves to the winter' s beckon call |
| [01:30.990] | Through trees where light divides |
| [01:34.420] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [01:37.598] | Never asking why |
| [01:38.666] | They said don' t follow the winter thread |
| [01:42.346] | But we' re already too foreign |
| [01:44.911] | It says it knows our plight but its words strike cold |
| [01:51.166] | Hailing down upon our roofs, with every home it grows |
| [01:57.646] | We' ll retreat into the flaws where our hearts were born, opened and exposed |
| [02:02.433] | Because we base our dreams in reality like faux, fading fools |
| [02:11.949] | Floral in bloom, yet our petals have no room to stretch out |
| [02:19.780] | Losing them all to gloom |
| [02:22.380] | Our clothes are ragged and our health is poor |
| [02:25.448] | Every home has shut their doors |
| [02:28.252] | And the windows cover any hope of hearth or warmth |
| [02:35.219] | Our aching soles can' t go on for long, our feet are blistered and worn |
| [02:41.130] | How long does the road go on? |
| [02:43.838] | If no one helps us we' ll soon be gone |
| [02:48.343] | Through trees where light divides |
| [02:51.107] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [02:54.524] | Never asking why |
| [02:55.577] | They said don' t follow the winter thread |
| [02:59.014] | But we' re already too foreign |
| [03:01.451] | Let' s return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
| [03:06.382] | Because if we move we may shatter and break |
| [03:10.368] | Like poor, porcelain dolls |
| [03:13.995] | Clacking our heels at the door waiting for you to let us in |
| [03:19.943] | With alabaster faces that fold over themselves from end to end |
| [03:27.331] | The strings that tie and bind are dancing over our heads |
| [03:33.771] | A tango of puppets that pretend to cut the strings |
| [03:37.993] | Keeping their bodies in their beds |
| [03:45.473] | Through trees where light divides |
| [03:48.793] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [03:52.068] | Never asking why |
| [03:52.489] | They said don' t follow the winter thread |
| [03:56.611] | But we' re already too foreign |
| [03:59.193] | Let' s return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
| [04:04.012] | Because if we move we may shatter and break |
| [04:08.238] | Like poor, porcelain dolls |
| [04:17.525] | As the winter reins you in |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Tom Byrne Igor Serokvasha |
| [00:13.107] | Seasons collide from between the black and white |
| [00:18.907] | As the winter reins you in and holds you tight |
| [00:38.695] | Echoes pull me through a landscape untouched |
| [00:43.931] | Where some will never go |
| [00:45.158] | Chasing avalanches through fields of snow |
| [00:48.757] | Like animals so free to roam |
| [00:51.780] | Like animals so free to roam |
| [01:04.758] | Held underwater, watching reflections rise |
| [01:11.184] | Between needle and twine from unravelling nights that held up the sky |
| [01:17.612] | The thread flows on and on and the snowflakes start to fall |
| [01:22.733] | But if we chase it on we' ll lose ourselves to the winter' s beckon call |
| [01:30.990] | Through trees where light divides |
| [01:34.420] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [01:37.598] | Never asking why |
| [01:38.666] | They said don' t follow the winter thread |
| [01:42.346] | But we' re already too foreign |
| [01:44.911] | It says it knows our plight but its words strike cold |
| [01:51.166] | Hailing down upon our roofs, with every home it grows |
| [01:57.646] | We' ll retreat into the flaws where our hearts were born, opened and exposed |
| [02:02.433] | Because we base our dreams in reality like faux, fading fools |
| [02:11.949] | Floral in bloom, yet our petals have no room to stretch out |
| [02:19.780] | Losing them all to gloom |
| [02:22.380] | Our clothes are ragged and our health is poor |
| [02:25.448] | Every home has shut their doors |
| [02:28.252] | And the windows cover any hope of hearth or warmth |
| [02:35.219] | Our aching soles can' t go on for long, our feet are blistered and worn |
| [02:41.130] | How long does the road go on? |
| [02:43.838] | If no one helps us we' ll soon be gone |
| [02:48.343] | Through trees where light divides |
| [02:51.107] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [02:54.524] | Never asking why |
| [02:55.577] | They said don' t follow the winter thread |
| [02:59.014] | But we' re already too foreign |
| [03:01.451] | Let' s return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
| [03:06.382] | Because if we move we may shatter and break |
| [03:10.368] | Like poor, porcelain dolls |
| [03:13.995] | Clacking our heels at the door waiting for you to let us in |
| [03:19.943] | With alabaster faces that fold over themselves from end to end |
| [03:27.331] | The strings that tie and bind are dancing over our heads |
| [03:33.771] | A tango of puppets that pretend to cut the strings |
| [03:37.993] | Keeping their bodies in their beds |
| [03:45.473] | Through trees where light divides |
| [03:48.793] | We walk towards a door that leads to compromise |
| [03:52.068] | Never asking why |
| [03:52.489] | They said don' t follow the winter thread |
| [03:56.611] | But we' re already too foreign |
| [03:59.193] | Let' s return to the days where winds blew through our diamond bones |
| [04:04.012] | Because if we move we may shatter and break |
| [04:08.238] | Like poor, porcelain dolls |
| [04:17.525] | As the winter reins you in |
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