Song | Prince of the Ocean |
Artist | Anekdoten |
Album | Time of Day |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Anekdoten, Liljeström | |
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden | |
Am I too late? Are you gone now forever? | |
So many things I never did tell you | |
So many things, but still not much getting done | |
Examining memories, dissecting dreams | |
Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes | |
Half-baked ideas were all that I found | |
No guide to my future, no key to what I've become | |
I am an island, a ship on a sea | |
I drift with the winds | |
Where the currents will lead | |
I am an island, a star in the night | |
I scan the horizons for beacons of light | |
Long are the hours | |
Still is the sea | |
When you had gone through the lost and the found | |
What were the things that stuck in your mind? | |
When you were tossing and turning in bed | |
What were the thoughts that went through your head | |
I know that you're longing for some greater plan | |
A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land | |
Abandon the anchor, go set the sail | |
Lashed to the mast, follow the nail! |
zuo qu : Anekdoten, Liljestr m | |
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden | |
Am I too late? Are you gone now forever? | |
So many things I never did tell you | |
So many things, but still not much getting done | |
Examining memories, dissecting dreams | |
Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes | |
Halfbaked ideas were all that I found | |
No guide to my future, no key to what I' ve become | |
I am an island, a ship on a sea | |
I drift with the winds | |
Where the currents will lead | |
I am an island, a star in the night | |
I scan the horizons for beacons of light | |
Long are the hours | |
Still is the sea | |
When you had gone through the lost and the found | |
What were the things that stuck in your mind? | |
When you were tossing and turning in bed | |
What were the thoughts that went through your head | |
I know that you' re longing for some greater plan | |
A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land | |
Abandon the anchor, go set the sail | |
Lashed to the mast, follow the nail! |
zuò qǔ : Anekdoten, Liljestr m | |
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden | |
Am I too late? Are you gone now forever? | |
So many things I never did tell you | |
So many things, but still not much getting done | |
Examining memories, dissecting dreams | |
Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes | |
Halfbaked ideas were all that I found | |
No guide to my future, no key to what I' ve become | |
I am an island, a ship on a sea | |
I drift with the winds | |
Where the currents will lead | |
I am an island, a star in the night | |
I scan the horizons for beacons of light | |
Long are the hours | |
Still is the sea | |
When you had gone through the lost and the found | |
What were the things that stuck in your mind? | |
When you were tossing and turning in bed | |
What were the thoughts that went through your head | |
I know that you' re longing for some greater plan | |
A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land | |
Abandon the anchor, go set the sail | |
Lashed to the mast, follow the nail! |