Song | Lake City |
Artist | Bebo Norman |
Album | The Fabric of Verse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Norman | |
Well even in the light of day | |
We somehow slipped away | |
Into the city down by the lake. | |
And just beyond the crowded streets | |
We found a place to meet | |
Where the grass was greener | |
And how we did sing beneath our | |
God. (Chorus) | |
And the measure of that place | |
Was the pleasure on your face | |
As the music starts to rise. | |
And the sun did fall | |
But when the melody was young | |
Until the singers all were sung | |
The Maker of the skies | |
Well He just smiled on. | |
And the move was fine. | |
Beneath the mountain city walls | |
It was a picture of us all | |
And our hearts were laughing | |
As the band did play. | |
Until the music took our feet | |
To the motion of the street | |
This grass was bluer | |
And how we did dance | |
On the yellow lines. (Chorus) | |
When the darkness finally fell | |
The mountains cast their spell | |
And we were together | |
With our eyes upheld | |
To the passion in the sky | |
Our God and country light | |
It's an endless matter. | |
And how we did shine, | |
How we did shine beneath that light. | |
Beneath that light | |
Beneath that night. (Chorus) |
zuo qu : Norman | |
Well even in the light of day | |
We somehow slipped away | |
Into the city down by the lake. | |
And just beyond the crowded streets | |
We found a place to meet | |
Where the grass was greener | |
And how we did sing beneath our | |
God. Chorus | |
And the measure of that place | |
Was the pleasure on your face | |
As the music starts to rise. | |
And the sun did fall | |
But when the melody was young | |
Until the singers all were sung | |
The Maker of the skies | |
Well He just smiled on. | |
And the move was fine. | |
Beneath the mountain city walls | |
It was a picture of us all | |
And our hearts were laughing | |
As the band did play. | |
Until the music took our feet | |
To the motion of the street | |
This grass was bluer | |
And how we did dance | |
On the yellow lines. Chorus | |
When the darkness finally fell | |
The mountains cast their spell | |
And we were together | |
With our eyes upheld | |
To the passion in the sky | |
Our God and country light | |
It' s an endless matter. | |
And how we did shine, | |
How we did shine beneath that light. | |
Beneath that light | |
Beneath that night. Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Norman | |
Well even in the light of day | |
We somehow slipped away | |
Into the city down by the lake. | |
And just beyond the crowded streets | |
We found a place to meet | |
Where the grass was greener | |
And how we did sing beneath our | |
God. Chorus | |
And the measure of that place | |
Was the pleasure on your face | |
As the music starts to rise. | |
And the sun did fall | |
But when the melody was young | |
Until the singers all were sung | |
The Maker of the skies | |
Well He just smiled on. | |
And the move was fine. | |
Beneath the mountain city walls | |
It was a picture of us all | |
And our hearts were laughing | |
As the band did play. | |
Until the music took our feet | |
To the motion of the street | |
This grass was bluer | |
And how we did dance | |
On the yellow lines. Chorus | |
When the darkness finally fell | |
The mountains cast their spell | |
And we were together | |
With our eyes upheld | |
To the passion in the sky | |
Our God and country light | |
It' s an endless matter. | |
And how we did shine, | |
How we did shine beneath that light. | |
Beneath that light | |
Beneath that night. Chorus |