View from a Blind Eye Lyrics
| Song | View from a Blind Eye |
| Artist | Emily Wells |
| Album | Beautiful Sleepyhead and the Laughing Yaks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Wells |
| [00:00.300] | It's all over the news |
| [00:05.300] | Another roadside suicide,another hotel,too |
| [00:13.300] | Another public place, another mother's face |
| [00:19.300] | I can't see, I can't look, I can't look |
| [00:22.300] | But I'm greedy with my freedom |
| [00:26.300] | On our heads, on our heads the blood's flowing |
| [00:30.300] | We go without looking, but not knowing |
| [00:36.300] | In my hands, in my hands, in my hands |
| [00:41.300] | Yeah, your loss is my loss,even without my looking |
| [00:50.300] | My looking |
| [00:58.300] | Around and around and around |
| [01:02.300] | I'm calling it, calling it out |
| [01:07.300] | Way past ripe into rotten |
| [01:12.300] | Spoil no longer, no longer |
| [01:28.300] | It's gotten into the air |
| [01:32.300] | Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere |
| [01:38.300] | It creeps across the ocean |
| [01:43.300] | Like a grease fire |
| [01:49.300] | It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground |
| [01:54.300] | And all through the town it whispers |
| [02:00.300] | The names of the ones who have gone before |
| [02:05.300] | By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war |
| [02:10.300] | I can't see, I can't look, I can't look |
| [02:14.300] | But I'm greedy with my freedom |
| [02:17.300] | It's time we start looking |
| [02:27.300] | We start looking |
| [02:31.300] | We start looking |
| [02:35.300] | Around and around and around |
| [02:43.300] | I'm calling it, calling it out |
| [02:47.300] | Way past ripe into rotten |
| [02:53.300] | Spoil no longer, no longer |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Wells |
| [00:00.300] | It' s all over the news |
| [00:05.300] | Another roadside suicide, another hotel, too |
| [00:13.300] | Another public place, another mother' s face |
| [00:19.300] | I can' t see, I can' t look, I can' t look |
| [00:22.300] | But I' m greedy with my freedom |
| [00:26.300] | On our heads, on our heads the blood' s flowing |
| [00:30.300] | We go without looking, but not knowing |
| [00:36.300] | In my hands, in my hands, in my hands |
| [00:41.300] | Yeah, your loss is my loss, even without my looking |
| [00:50.300] | My looking |
| [00:58.300] | Around and around and around |
| [01:02.300] | I' m calling it, calling it out |
| [01:07.300] | Way past ripe into rotten |
| [01:12.300] | Spoil no longer, no longer |
| [01:28.300] | It' s gotten into the air |
| [01:32.300] | Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere |
| [01:38.300] | It creeps across the ocean |
| [01:43.300] | Like a grease fire |
| [01:49.300] | It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground |
| [01:54.300] | And all through the town it whispers |
| [02:00.300] | The names of the ones who have gone before |
| [02:05.300] | By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war |
| [02:10.300] | I can' t see, I can' t look, I can' t look |
| [02:14.300] | But I' m greedy with my freedom |
| [02:17.300] | It' s time we start looking |
| [02:27.300] | We start looking |
| [02:31.300] | We start looking |
| [02:35.300] | Around and around and around |
| [02:43.300] | I' m calling it, calling it out |
| [02:47.300] | Way past ripe into rotten |
| [02:53.300] | Spoil no longer, no longer |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Wells |
| [00:00.300] | It' s all over the news |
| [00:05.300] | Another roadside suicide, another hotel, too |
| [00:13.300] | Another public place, another mother' s face |
| [00:19.300] | I can' t see, I can' t look, I can' t look |
| [00:22.300] | But I' m greedy with my freedom |
| [00:26.300] | On our heads, on our heads the blood' s flowing |
| [00:30.300] | We go without looking, but not knowing |
| [00:36.300] | In my hands, in my hands, in my hands |
| [00:41.300] | Yeah, your loss is my loss, even without my looking |
| [00:50.300] | My looking |
| [00:58.300] | Around and around and around |
| [01:02.300] | I' m calling it, calling it out |
| [01:07.300] | Way past ripe into rotten |
| [01:12.300] | Spoil no longer, no longer |
| [01:28.300] | It' s gotten into the air |
| [01:32.300] | Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere |
| [01:38.300] | It creeps across the ocean |
| [01:43.300] | Like a grease fire |
| [01:49.300] | It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground |
| [01:54.300] | And all through the town it whispers |
| [02:00.300] | The names of the ones who have gone before |
| [02:05.300] | By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war |
| [02:10.300] | I can' t see, I can' t look, I can' t look |
| [02:14.300] | But I' m greedy with my freedom |
| [02:17.300] | It' s time we start looking |
| [02:27.300] | We start looking |
| [02:31.300] | We start looking |
| [02:35.300] | Around and around and around |
| [02:43.300] | I' m calling it, calling it out |
| [02:47.300] | Way past ripe into rotten |
| [02:53.300] | Spoil no longer, no longer |
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