Song | Against History |
Artist | Dan Wilson |
Album | Free Life |
作曲 : Wilson | |
Give in, into the blue sky | |
Into the gold eye of what is possible | |
Give in one in a million | |
You be the engine of what is possible | |
When tomorrow comes we'll be there after all | |
All the oracles are fading | |
When our odysseys are hanging on the wall | |
And our yesterdays parading | |
It's you and me against history | |
It doesn't have to be the way it's always been | |
You and me against history | |
We'll never let it be that way again | |
Sell off all of your old lives | |
All of the cold lies and get impossible | |
Sell off all of the no ones | |
Will never be dones and get impossible | |
When tomorrow comes we'll sing it after all | |
All the monitors are ringing | |
When the cold day dawns we'll be there on the lawn | |
Now another world's beginning | |
It's you and me against history | |
It doesn't have to be the way it's always been | |
You and me against history | |
We're never gonna be the same as them | |
And all of the days of my life unwind | |
Like the towers of a telephone line | |
Alongside the interstate | |
And either direction is far from home | |
Stars make a line leading from the road | |
And I am an arrow that knows where to go | |
It's you and me against history | |
It doesn't have to be | |
It doesn't have to be the way it's always been | |
You and me against history | |
We're never never never never be the same as them | |
Get impossible |
zuò qǔ : Wilson | |
Give in, into the blue sky | |
Into the gold eye of what is possible | |
Give in one in a million | |
You be the engine of what is possible | |
When tomorrow comes we' ll be there after all | |
All the oracles are fading | |
When our odysseys are hanging on the wall | |
And our yesterdays parading | |
It' s you and me against history | |
It doesn' t have to be the way it' s always been | |
You and me against history | |
We' ll never let it be that way again | |
Sell off all of your old lives | |
All of the cold lies and get impossible | |
Sell off all of the no ones | |
Will never be dones and get impossible | |
When tomorrow comes we' ll sing it after all | |
All the monitors are ringing | |
When the cold day dawns we' ll be there on the lawn | |
Now another world' s beginning | |
It' s you and me against history | |
It doesn' t have to be the way it' s always been | |
You and me against history | |
We' re never gonna be the same as them | |
And all of the days of my life unwind | |
Like the towers of a telephone line | |
Alongside the interstate | |
And either direction is far from home | |
Stars make a line leading from the road | |
And I am an arrow that knows where to go | |
It' s you and me against history | |
It doesn' t have to be | |
It doesn' t have to be the way it' s always been | |
You and me against history | |
We' re never never never never be the same as them | |
Get impossible |