Song | All of Your Days Will Be Blessed |
Artist | Ed Harcourt |
Album | Until Tomorrow Then: The Best of Ed Harcourt |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harcourt | |
with beady black eyes, the bluebird has died | |
it's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive | |
from the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts | |
but you and I know, the seasons are slow | |
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows | |
down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you'll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could | |
dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook | |
to feed the figher and make our blood flow higher | |
but i'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command | |
i'm gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land | |
i'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you'll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you'll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
but you and I know, the seasons are slow | |
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows | |
down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam |
zuo qu : Harcourt | |
with beady black eyes, the bluebird has died | |
it' s feathers have dried, it couldn' t survive | |
from the winter' s grasp, nothing ever lasts | |
but you and I know, the seasons are slow | |
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows | |
down all our dreams, the engine' s out of steam | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you' ll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could | |
dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook | |
to feed the figher and make our blood flow higher | |
but i' m a stubborn man, the sun needs my command | |
i' m gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land | |
i' m sure you' d agree, but I can' t leave you see | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you' ll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you' ll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
but you and I know, the seasons are slow | |
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows | |
down all our dreams, the engine' s out of steam |
zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
with beady black eyes, the bluebird has died | |
it' s feathers have dried, it couldn' t survive | |
from the winter' s grasp, nothing ever lasts | |
but you and I know, the seasons are slow | |
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows | |
down all our dreams, the engine' s out of steam | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you' ll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could | |
dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook | |
to feed the figher and make our blood flow higher | |
but i' m a stubborn man, the sun needs my command | |
i' m gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land | |
i' m sure you' d agree, but I can' t leave you see | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you' ll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
all of your days will be blessed | |
so put on a smile and get dressed | |
into the void we will fly away from here | |
all of your thoughts will be crowned | |
you' ll be the toast of town | |
into the view of a million crystal spheres | |
but you and I know, the seasons are slow | |
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows | |
down all our dreams, the engine' s out of steam |