Song | Deepest Part of Me |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | Marching Mystery |
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作词 : Maclean | |
We are not made of stone | |
We're half way there and half way gone | |
We bend and believe | |
In the strength of the light in the signs we receive | |
And we are not careful clear | |
We struggle on from year to year | |
And on the waves of our fate | |
We drift like the boat that has anchored too late | |
But I'm not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me | |
We do not have the truth to tell | |
Some have flown while others fell | |
And what seemed to be right | |
Now darkens our way and clouds in our sight | |
And we do not have the eyes to see | |
The magic and the mystery | |
And the place that they fill | |
That allows us to sleep so silent and still | |
But I'm not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me | |
And when resolution seems so far away | |
Time always turns into the light of day | |
And see me when I lose the place | |
Stumble blindly fall from grace | |
We're filled with the need | |
To shout out aloud to follow to lead | |
And we are not made of stone | |
We're half way here and half way gone | |
But we bend and believe | |
In the strength of the light in the signs we receive | |
But I'm not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me |
zuo ci : Maclean | |
We are not made of stone | |
We' re half way there and half way gone | |
We bend and believe | |
In the strength of the light in the signs we receive | |
And we are not careful clear | |
We struggle on from year to year | |
And on the waves of our fate | |
We drift like the boat that has anchored too late | |
But I' m not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me | |
We do not have the truth to tell | |
Some have flown while others fell | |
And what seemed to be right | |
Now darkens our way and clouds in our sight | |
And we do not have the eyes to see | |
The magic and the mystery | |
And the place that they fill | |
That allows us to sleep so silent and still | |
But I' m not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me | |
And when resolution seems so far away | |
Time always turns into the light of day | |
And see me when I lose the place | |
Stumble blindly fall from grace | |
We' re filled with the need | |
To shout out aloud to follow to lead | |
And we are not made of stone | |
We' re half way here and half way gone | |
But we bend and believe | |
In the strength of the light in the signs we receive | |
But I' m not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me |
zuò cí : Maclean | |
We are not made of stone | |
We' re half way there and half way gone | |
We bend and believe | |
In the strength of the light in the signs we receive | |
And we are not careful clear | |
We struggle on from year to year | |
And on the waves of our fate | |
We drift like the boat that has anchored too late | |
But I' m not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me | |
We do not have the truth to tell | |
Some have flown while others fell | |
And what seemed to be right | |
Now darkens our way and clouds in our sight | |
And we do not have the eyes to see | |
The magic and the mystery | |
And the place that they fill | |
That allows us to sleep so silent and still | |
But I' m not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me | |
And when resolution seems so far away | |
Time always turns into the light of day | |
And see me when I lose the place | |
Stumble blindly fall from grace | |
We' re filled with the need | |
To shout out aloud to follow to lead | |
And we are not made of stone | |
We' re half way here and half way gone | |
But we bend and believe | |
In the strength of the light in the signs we receive | |
But I' m not alone | |
In the force of this wildest unknown | |
For she is the deepest part of me | |
She is the deepest part of me |