Song | The Story Ends |
Artist | Clan of Xymox |
Album | Hidden Faces |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mooring | |
Nothing feels right today | |
All what's left is nothing left to say | |
Each word seems so cold | |
And all stories seem told | |
How did it come this far? | |
Is this the way, the way things are? | |
Here's where the story fails | |
How did it come this far? | |
Here's where the picture pales | |
Is this the way things are? | |
No, I've never found the place | |
To charm your chill, to wrap you in | |
Whatever the books may say | |
You get only what's on your way | |
Beyond our words we crave for more | |
Another road, another open door | |
Here is where my life begins | |
Leaving this world of sense | |
Here is where fiction begins | |
Here is where nothing stands... still | |
When silence comes in, and creeps underneath the skin | |
If the lost word is lost and the spent word is spent | |
This is the time, this is the place where the story ends | |
Where the story ends | |
Where the story ends |
zuo ci : Mooring | |
Nothing feels right today | |
All what' s left is nothing left to say | |
Each word seems so cold | |
And all stories seem told | |
How did it come this far? | |
Is this the way, the way things are? | |
Here' s where the story fails | |
How did it come this far? | |
Here' s where the picture pales | |
Is this the way things are? | |
No, I' ve never found the place | |
To charm your chill, to wrap you in | |
Whatever the books may say | |
You get only what' s on your way | |
Beyond our words we crave for more | |
Another road, another open door | |
Here is where my life begins | |
Leaving this world of sense | |
Here is where fiction begins | |
Here is where nothing stands... still | |
When silence comes in, and creeps underneath the skin | |
If the lost word is lost and the spent word is spent | |
This is the time, this is the place where the story ends | |
Where the story ends | |
Where the story ends |
zuò cí : Mooring | |
Nothing feels right today | |
All what' s left is nothing left to say | |
Each word seems so cold | |
And all stories seem told | |
How did it come this far? | |
Is this the way, the way things are? | |
Here' s where the story fails | |
How did it come this far? | |
Here' s where the picture pales | |
Is this the way things are? | |
No, I' ve never found the place | |
To charm your chill, to wrap you in | |
Whatever the books may say | |
You get only what' s on your way | |
Beyond our words we crave for more | |
Another road, another open door | |
Here is where my life begins | |
Leaving this world of sense | |
Here is where fiction begins | |
Here is where nothing stands... still | |
When silence comes in, and creeps underneath the skin | |
If the lost word is lost and the spent word is spent | |
This is the time, this is the place where the story ends | |
Where the story ends | |
Where the story ends |