Song | Cemetery Like A Stage |
Artist | Norma Jean |
Album | Birds And Microscopes And Bottles Of Elixirs And Raw Steak And A Bunch Of Songs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Norma Jean | |
There will be no more color | |
Broken I stand here | |
A new creation | |
On the stage of history | |
Where map and compass | |
Mean nothing at all | |
The arrows are in me | |
My spirit drinks poison | |
I joined the avalanche | |
Just to feel alive | |
I remember sitting in | |
My mothers room | |
And I watched them cry | |
We're not supposed to be here | |
Tonight I will sleep on the floor | |
Oh, such weight | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We're broken here | |
We're ruined here | |
There are strangers | |
In my house | |
Tripping over | |
Themselves to | |
White wash this | |
Disaster | |
I am young but | |
I'm not blind | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We're broken here | |
We're ruined here | |
The Voice of Heaven | |
Speaks with time | |
A new understanding | |
Dedication | |
This will never fade | |
I guess the body | |
Means nothing, means nothing at all | |
Broken and unbroken | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We're broken here | |
We're ruined here |
zuo qu : Norma Jean | |
There will be no more color | |
Broken I stand here | |
A new creation | |
On the stage of history | |
Where map and compass | |
Mean nothing at all | |
The arrows are in me | |
My spirit drinks poison | |
I joined the avalanche | |
Just to feel alive | |
I remember sitting in | |
My mothers room | |
And I watched them cry | |
We' re not supposed to be here | |
Tonight I will sleep on the floor | |
Oh, such weight | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We' re broken here | |
We' re ruined here | |
There are strangers | |
In my house | |
Tripping over | |
Themselves to | |
White wash this | |
Disaster | |
I am young but | |
I' m not blind | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We' re broken here | |
We' re ruined here | |
The Voice of Heaven | |
Speaks with time | |
A new understanding | |
Dedication | |
This will never fade | |
I guess the body | |
Means nothing, means nothing at all | |
Broken and unbroken | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We' re broken here | |
We' re ruined here |
zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
There will be no more color | |
Broken I stand here | |
A new creation | |
On the stage of history | |
Where map and compass | |
Mean nothing at all | |
The arrows are in me | |
My spirit drinks poison | |
I joined the avalanche | |
Just to feel alive | |
I remember sitting in | |
My mothers room | |
And I watched them cry | |
We' re not supposed to be here | |
Tonight I will sleep on the floor | |
Oh, such weight | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We' re broken here | |
We' re ruined here | |
There are strangers | |
In my house | |
Tripping over | |
Themselves to | |
White wash this | |
Disaster | |
I am young but | |
I' m not blind | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We' re broken here | |
We' re ruined here | |
The Voice of Heaven | |
Speaks with time | |
A new understanding | |
Dedication | |
This will never fade | |
I guess the body | |
Means nothing, means nothing at all | |
Broken and unbroken | |
All colors rushing back | |
Restoring frail life | |
We' re broken here | |
We' re ruined here |