Song | God in His Culture |
Artist | Anika Moa |
Album | Thinking Room |
作曲 : Moa | |
It seems I've forgotten | |
Just how you would handle this | |
The streets are all vacant | |
And the love songs are stronger [than they are] | |
And how would you give it up | |
And how did you lose it before | |
Theres something uncertain | |
About the way you carry yourself | |
Carry yourself | |
Chorus: | |
In these walls I am lost in defeat | |
All my life I will be on the street | |
It may not be right but it might not be wrong for me | |
In these walls Ive been counting the years | |
All my life Ive been crazy | |
I may hold the answer a thousand times through | |
Its my law | |
I was thinking of yesterday | |
Of God in his culture | |
He wraps Himself in glory | |
And punches out the holes in your life | |
Has everyone been sleeping | |
Has the twisted tormentor been found | |
His laugh would house a million or terrified sould | |
His cry would stump the earth | |
His recklessness been told | |
Chorus | |
And I once tried a moondance in the rain | |
And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
And God in his cultures in the rain (feeling like hell) | |
And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Moa | |
It seems I' ve forgotten | |
Just how you would handle this | |
The streets are all vacant | |
And the love songs are stronger than they are | |
And how would you give it up | |
And how did you lose it before | |
Theres something uncertain | |
About the way you carry yourself | |
Carry yourself | |
Chorus: | |
In these walls I am lost in defeat | |
All my life I will be on the street | |
It may not be right but it might not be wrong for me | |
In these walls Ive been counting the years | |
All my life Ive been crazy | |
I may hold the answer a thousand times through | |
Its my law | |
I was thinking of yesterday | |
Of God in his culture | |
He wraps Himself in glory | |
And punches out the holes in your life | |
Has everyone been sleeping | |
Has the twisted tormentor been found | |
His laugh would house a million or terrified sould | |
His cry would stump the earth | |
His recklessness been told | |
Chorus | |
And I once tried a moondance in the rain | |
And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
And God in his cultures in the rain feeling like hell | |
And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
Chorus |