Song | On All American Winds |
Artist | David & the Citizens |
Album | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fridlund | |
My little sister, dreaming of monsters | |
when will the story come to the turning-point? | |
and make you happy, not being stepped on | |
by strangers shadows | |
every night | |
my dearest brother, king of time | |
breathing your own made up atmosphere | |
I was down in the dark when I heard you call | |
I could barely decide where your voice was coming from | |
and I ran across the water | |
with violent winds in my back | |
I saw the famous sadness | |
and it filled up evey crack | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
- how could I ever leave it behind? | |
Sister, sweet sister, what do you see? | |
don't marry a picture that could never be | |
I stand here on my toes to find your place | |
I've looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding | |
further away | |
and I sailed across an ocean | |
On All American Winds | |
on my way towards something | |
-somthing my eyes had never seen | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
- how could I ever leave it behind? | |
you're so close now/my words coming thru | |
I'm sick from this longing, but what can I do? | |
I'm hanging on still to this thin thread | |
I'm clinging on to the one thing that you | |
never had... | |
and I ran across a desert | |
and it took a thousand years | |
but I was never afraid of anything | |
'cos there was nothing left for me to fear | |
and I sailed across an ocean | |
on all American violent winds | |
on my way towards something | |
something my eyes had never seen | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
- how could I ever leave it behind? |
zuo qu : Fridlund | |
My little sister, dreaming of monsters | |
when will the story come to the turningpoint? | |
and make you happy, not being stepped on | |
by strangers shadows | |
every night | |
my dearest brother, king of time | |
breathing your own made up atmosphere | |
I was down in the dark when I heard you call | |
I could barely decide where your voice was coming from | |
and I ran across the water | |
with violent winds in my back | |
I saw the famous sadness | |
and it filled up evey crack | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
how could I ever leave it behind? | |
Sister, sweet sister, what do you see? | |
don' t marry a picture that could never be | |
I stand here on my toes to find your place | |
I' ve looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding | |
further away | |
and I sailed across an ocean | |
On All American Winds | |
on my way towards something | |
somthing my eyes had never seen | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
how could I ever leave it behind? | |
you' re so close now my words coming thru | |
I' m sick from this longing, but what can I do? | |
I' m hanging on still to this thin thread | |
I' m clinging on to the one thing that you | |
never had... | |
and I ran across a desert | |
and it took a thousand years | |
but I was never afraid of anything | |
' cos there was nothing left for me to fear | |
and I sailed across an ocean | |
on all American violent winds | |
on my way towards something | |
something my eyes had never seen | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
how could I ever leave it behind? |
zuò qǔ : Fridlund | |
My little sister, dreaming of monsters | |
when will the story come to the turningpoint? | |
and make you happy, not being stepped on | |
by strangers shadows | |
every night | |
my dearest brother, king of time | |
breathing your own made up atmosphere | |
I was down in the dark when I heard you call | |
I could barely decide where your voice was coming from | |
and I ran across the water | |
with violent winds in my back | |
I saw the famous sadness | |
and it filled up evey crack | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
how could I ever leave it behind? | |
Sister, sweet sister, what do you see? | |
don' t marry a picture that could never be | |
I stand here on my toes to find your place | |
I' ve looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding | |
further away | |
and I sailed across an ocean | |
On All American Winds | |
on my way towards something | |
somthing my eyes had never seen | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
how could I ever leave it behind? | |
you' re so close now my words coming thru | |
I' m sick from this longing, but what can I do? | |
I' m hanging on still to this thin thread | |
I' m clinging on to the one thing that you | |
never had... | |
and I ran across a desert | |
and it took a thousand years | |
but I was never afraid of anything | |
' cos there was nothing left for me to fear | |
and I sailed across an ocean | |
on all American violent winds | |
on my way towards something | |
something my eyes had never seen | |
and if your world is mine | |
and if your words are mine | |
and if your blood is mine | |
how could I ever leave it behind? |