Song | Lines in the Sand |
Artist | Dream Theater |
Album | Stream of Consciousness |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dream Theater, Petrucci |
[00:05.78] | Lines In The Sand |
[00:09.57] | Dream Theater |
[00:13.46] | Falling Into Infinity |
[00:17.36] | |
[00:21.30] | Music: Dream Theater |
[00:25.30] | Lyrics: John Petrucci |
[00:30.30] | |
[02:46.44] | Sometimes, for a moment of bliss |
[02:53.54] | And the passion, we're craving |
[02:57.68] | There's a message we miss |
[03:01.74] | Sometimes when the spirits left alone |
[03:09.02] | We must believe in something |
[03:12.92] | To find if we've grown |
[03:15.78] | |
[03:19.35] | Tragic reflex, shattered calm |
[03:22.05] | Static progress, senses gone |
[03:24.94] | Numb awareness, final psalm |
[03:29.13] | |
[03:34.05] | Swept away with the tide |
[03:40.93] | Through the holes in my hands |
[03:47.66] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[03:54.49] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[03:58.38] | |
[04:13.42] | Sometimes, if you're perfectly still |
[04:20.90] | You can hear the virgin weeping |
[04:24.51] | For the savior of your will |
[04:28.84] | Sometimes, your castles in the air |
[04:36.07] | And the fantasies you're seeking |
[04:40.10] | Are the crosses you bear |
[04:43.44] | |
[04:46.58] | Sacred conflict, blessed prize |
[04:49.22] | Weeping crosses, stainless eyes |
[04:52.59] | Desperate addict, faith disguised |
[04:56.83] | |
[05:01.18] | Swept away with the tide |
[05:08.08] | Through the holes in my hands |
[05:14.84] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[05:21.70] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[05:25.44] | |
[07:28.95] | We fabricate our demons |
[07:32.76] | Invite them into our homes |
[07:36.70] | Have supper with the aliens |
[07:40.38] | And fight the war alone |
[07:44.44] | We conjure up our skeletons |
[07:48.42] | Enlist the den of thieves |
[07:52.67] | Frightened from our closets |
[07:56.44] | Then sewn upon our sleeves |
[07:59.93] | |
[08:02.76] | In the stream of consciousness |
[08:10.99] | There is a river crying |
[08:18.98] | Living comes much easier |
[08:26.31] | |
[08:27.54] | Once we admit |
[08:32.26] | We're dying |
[08:35.99] | |
[10:16.42] | Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake |
[10:23.70] | There's a bitterness we harbor |
[10:27.98] | And hate for hatred's sake |
[10:31.92] | Sometime we dig an early grave |
[10:39.66] | And crucify our instincts |
[10:42.98] | For the hope we couldn't save |
[10:45.95] | |
[10:47.36] | Sometimes a view from sinless eyes |
[10:54.64] | Centers our perspective |
[10:59.01] | And pacifies our cries |
[11:02.88] | Sometimes the anguish we survive |
[11:10.09] | And the mysteries we nurture |
[11:15.00] | Are the fabrics of our lives |
[11:18.07] | |
[11:21.65] | Swept away with the tide |
[11:28.59] | Through the holes in my hands |
[11:35.39] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[11:41.99] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[11:47.55] |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dream Theater, Petrucci |
[00:05.78] | Lines In The Sand |
[00:09.57] | Dream Theater |
[00:13.46] | Falling Into Infinity |
[00:17.36] | |
[00:21.30] | Music: Dream Theater |
[00:25.30] | Lyrics: John Petrucci |
[00:30.30] | |
[02:46.44] | Sometimes, for a moment of bliss |
[02:53.54] | And the passion, we' re craving |
[02:57.68] | There' s a message we miss |
[03:01.74] | Sometimes when the spirits left alone |
[03:09.02] | We must believe in something |
[03:12.92] | To find if we' ve grown |
[03:15.78] | |
[03:19.35] | Tragic reflex, shattered calm |
[03:22.05] | Static progress, senses gone |
[03:24.94] | Numb awareness, final psalm |
[03:29.13] | |
[03:34.05] | Swept away with the tide |
[03:40.93] | Through the holes in my hands |
[03:47.66] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[03:54.49] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[03:58.38] | |
[04:13.42] | Sometimes, if you' re perfectly still |
[04:20.90] | You can hear the virgin weeping |
[04:24.51] | For the savior of your will |
[04:28.84] | Sometimes, your castles in the air |
[04:36.07] | And the fantasies you' re seeking |
[04:40.10] | Are the crosses you bear |
[04:43.44] | |
[04:46.58] | Sacred conflict, blessed prize |
[04:49.22] | Weeping crosses, stainless eyes |
[04:52.59] | Desperate addict, faith disguised |
[04:56.83] | |
[05:01.18] | Swept away with the tide |
[05:08.08] | Through the holes in my hands |
[05:14.84] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[05:21.70] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[05:25.44] | |
[07:28.95] | We fabricate our demons |
[07:32.76] | Invite them into our homes |
[07:36.70] | Have supper with the aliens |
[07:40.38] | And fight the war alone |
[07:44.44] | We conjure up our skeletons |
[07:48.42] | Enlist the den of thieves |
[07:52.67] | Frightened from our closets |
[07:56.44] | Then sewn upon our sleeves |
[07:59.93] | |
[08:02.76] | In the stream of consciousness |
[08:10.99] | There is a river crying |
[08:18.98] | Living comes much easier |
[08:26.31] | |
[08:27.54] | Once we admit |
[08:32.26] | We' re dying |
[08:35.99] | |
[10:16.42] | Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake |
[10:23.70] | There' s a bitterness we harbor |
[10:27.98] | And hate for hatred' s sake |
[10:31.92] | Sometime we dig an early grave |
[10:39.66] | And crucify our instincts |
[10:42.98] | For the hope we couldn' t save |
[10:45.95] | |
[10:47.36] | Sometimes a view from sinless eyes |
[10:54.64] | Centers our perspective |
[10:59.01] | And pacifies our cries |
[11:02.88] | Sometimes the anguish we survive |
[11:10.09] | And the mysteries we nurture |
[11:15.00] | Are the fabrics of our lives |
[11:18.07] | |
[11:21.65] | Swept away with the tide |
[11:28.59] | Through the holes in my hands |
[11:35.39] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[11:41.99] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[11:47.55] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dream Theater, Petrucci |
[00:05.78] | Lines In The Sand |
[00:09.57] | Dream Theater |
[00:13.46] | Falling Into Infinity |
[00:17.36] | |
[00:21.30] | Music: Dream Theater |
[00:25.30] | Lyrics: John Petrucci |
[00:30.30] | |
[02:46.44] | Sometimes, for a moment of bliss |
[02:53.54] | And the passion, we' re craving |
[02:57.68] | There' s a message we miss |
[03:01.74] | Sometimes when the spirits left alone |
[03:09.02] | We must believe in something |
[03:12.92] | To find if we' ve grown |
[03:15.78] | |
[03:19.35] | Tragic reflex, shattered calm |
[03:22.05] | Static progress, senses gone |
[03:24.94] | Numb awareness, final psalm |
[03:29.13] | |
[03:34.05] | Swept away with the tide |
[03:40.93] | Through the holes in my hands |
[03:47.66] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[03:54.49] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[03:58.38] | |
[04:13.42] | Sometimes, if you' re perfectly still |
[04:20.90] | You can hear the virgin weeping |
[04:24.51] | For the savior of your will |
[04:28.84] | Sometimes, your castles in the air |
[04:36.07] | And the fantasies you' re seeking |
[04:40.10] | Are the crosses you bear |
[04:43.44] | |
[04:46.58] | Sacred conflict, blessed prize |
[04:49.22] | Weeping crosses, stainless eyes |
[04:52.59] | Desperate addict, faith disguised |
[04:56.83] | |
[05:01.18] | Swept away with the tide |
[05:08.08] | Through the holes in my hands |
[05:14.84] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[05:21.70] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[05:25.44] | |
[07:28.95] | We fabricate our demons |
[07:32.76] | Invite them into our homes |
[07:36.70] | Have supper with the aliens |
[07:40.38] | And fight the war alone |
[07:44.44] | We conjure up our skeletons |
[07:48.42] | Enlist the den of thieves |
[07:52.67] | Frightened from our closets |
[07:56.44] | Then sewn upon our sleeves |
[07:59.93] | |
[08:02.76] | In the stream of consciousness |
[08:10.99] | There is a river crying |
[08:18.98] | Living comes much easier |
[08:26.31] | |
[08:27.54] | Once we admit |
[08:32.26] | We' re dying |
[08:35.99] | |
[10:16.42] | Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake |
[10:23.70] | There' s a bitterness we harbor |
[10:27.98] | And hate for hatred' s sake |
[10:31.92] | Sometime we dig an early grave |
[10:39.66] | And crucify our instincts |
[10:42.98] | For the hope we couldn' t save |
[10:45.95] | |
[10:47.36] | Sometimes a view from sinless eyes |
[10:54.64] | Centers our perspective |
[10:59.01] | And pacifies our cries |
[11:02.88] | Sometimes the anguish we survive |
[11:10.09] | And the mysteries we nurture |
[11:15.00] | Are the fabrics of our lives |
[11:18.07] | |
[11:21.65] | Swept away with the tide |
[11:28.59] | Through the holes in my hands |
[11:35.39] | Crown of thorns at my side |
[11:41.99] | Drawing lines in the sand |
[11:47.55] |