Song | Sometimes Our Dreams Float Like Anchors |
Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
Album | Hymns for the Hopeless |
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作词 : Whitmore | |
And the hammer swings high | |
and comes down hard | |
Drive another nail into my coffin lid | |
And as the days go by if I can play my part | |
Well I'll feel no remorse for what I did | |
Your mother would cry if she only could | |
But those days are gone, those days are gone | |
And she always tried | |
to see the good in everything that you done | |
And sometimes our dreams they float like anchors | |
in hopeless waters oh way down deep | |
Sometimes it seems that all that matters | |
most are all the things that you can't keep | |
Oh, the skin, Oh, the skin | |
That this old world has placed me in | |
I can't wait to shed, I can't wait to shed | |
Lord I'll be free when I'm dead |
zuo ci : Whitmore | |
And the hammer swings high | |
and comes down hard | |
Drive another nail into my coffin lid | |
And as the days go by if I can play my part | |
Well I' ll feel no remorse for what I did | |
Your mother would cry if she only could | |
But those days are gone, those days are gone | |
And she always tried | |
to see the good in everything that you done | |
And sometimes our dreams they float like anchors | |
in hopeless waters oh way down deep | |
Sometimes it seems that all that matters | |
most are all the things that you can' t keep | |
Oh, the skin, Oh, the skin | |
That this old world has placed me in | |
I can' t wait to shed, I can' t wait to shed | |
Lord I' ll be free when I' m dead |
zuò cí : Whitmore | |
And the hammer swings high | |
and comes down hard | |
Drive another nail into my coffin lid | |
And as the days go by if I can play my part | |
Well I' ll feel no remorse for what I did | |
Your mother would cry if she only could | |
But those days are gone, those days are gone | |
And she always tried | |
to see the good in everything that you done | |
And sometimes our dreams they float like anchors | |
in hopeless waters oh way down deep | |
Sometimes it seems that all that matters | |
most are all the things that you can' t keep | |
Oh, the skin, Oh, the skin | |
That this old world has placed me in | |
I can' t wait to shed, I can' t wait to shed | |
Lord I' ll be free when I' m dead |