Song | Rumours of Glory |
Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
Album | Humans |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cockburn | |
Above the dark town | |
After the sun's gone down | |
Two vapour trails cross the sky | |
Catching the day's last slow goodbye | |
Black skyline looks rich as velvet | |
Something is shining | |
Like gold but better | |
Rumours of glory | |
Smiles mixed with curses | |
The crowd disperses | |
About whom no details are known | |
Each one alone yet not alone | |
Behind the pain/fear | |
Etched on the faces | |
Something is shining | |
Like gold but better | |
Rumours of glory | |
You see the extremes | |
Of what humans can be? | |
In that distance some tension's born | |
Energy surging like a storm | |
You plunge your hand in | |
And draw it back scorched | |
Beneath it's shining like | |
Gold but better | |
Rumours of glory |
zuo ci : Cockburn | |
Above the dark town | |
After the sun' s gone down | |
Two vapour trails cross the sky | |
Catching the day' s last slow goodbye | |
Black skyline looks rich as velvet | |
Something is shining | |
Like gold but better | |
Rumours of glory | |
Smiles mixed with curses | |
The crowd disperses | |
About whom no details are known | |
Each one alone yet not alone | |
Behind the pain fear | |
Etched on the faces | |
Something is shining | |
Like gold but better | |
Rumours of glory | |
You see the extremes | |
Of what humans can be? | |
In that distance some tension' s born | |
Energy surging like a storm | |
You plunge your hand in | |
And draw it back scorched | |
Beneath it' s shining like | |
Gold but better | |
Rumours of glory |
zuò cí : Cockburn | |
Above the dark town | |
After the sun' s gone down | |
Two vapour trails cross the sky | |
Catching the day' s last slow goodbye | |
Black skyline looks rich as velvet | |
Something is shining | |
Like gold but better | |
Rumours of glory | |
Smiles mixed with curses | |
The crowd disperses | |
About whom no details are known | |
Each one alone yet not alone | |
Behind the pain fear | |
Etched on the faces | |
Something is shining | |
Like gold but better | |
Rumours of glory | |
You see the extremes | |
Of what humans can be? | |
In that distance some tension' s born | |
Energy surging like a storm | |
You plunge your hand in | |
And draw it back scorched | |
Beneath it' s shining like | |
Gold but better | |
Rumours of glory |