| Song | A House on a Lake |
| Artist | Lucie Blue Tremblay |
| Album | Because of You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tremblay | |
| Some say love, it is a river, | |
| That drowns, the tender reed. | |
| Some say love, it is a razor, | |
| that leaves, your soul to bleed. | |
| Some say love, it is a hunger, | |
| An endless aching need. | |
| I say love, it is a flower, | |
| And you it's only seed. | |
| It's the heart, afraid of breaking, | |
| That never, learns to dance. | |
| It's the dream, afraid of waking, | |
| That never, takes the chance. | |
| It's the one, who won't be taken, | |
| Who cannot, seem to give. | |
| And the soul, afraid of dying, | |
| That never, learns to live. | |
| When the night, has been too lonely, | |
| And the road, has been too long. | |
| And you feel, that love is only, | |
| for the lucky, and the strong. | |
| Just remember, in the winter, | |
| Far beneath, the bitter snow, | |
| Lies a seed, that with the sun's love, | |
| In the spring, becomes a rose... |
| zuo qu : Tremblay | |
| Some say love, it is a river, | |
| That drowns, the tender reed. | |
| Some say love, it is a razor, | |
| that leaves, your soul to bleed. | |
| Some say love, it is a hunger, | |
| An endless aching need. | |
| I say love, it is a flower, | |
| And you it' s only seed. | |
| It' s the heart, afraid of breaking, | |
| That never, learns to dance. | |
| It' s the dream, afraid of waking, | |
| That never, takes the chance. | |
| It' s the one, who won' t be taken, | |
| Who cannot, seem to give. | |
| And the soul, afraid of dying, | |
| That never, learns to live. | |
| When the night, has been too lonely, | |
| And the road, has been too long. | |
| And you feel, that love is only, | |
| for the lucky, and the strong. | |
| Just remember, in the winter, | |
| Far beneath, the bitter snow, | |
| Lies a seed, that with the sun' s love, | |
| In the spring, becomes a rose... |
| zuò qǔ : Tremblay | |
| Some say love, it is a river, | |
| That drowns, the tender reed. | |
| Some say love, it is a razor, | |
| that leaves, your soul to bleed. | |
| Some say love, it is a hunger, | |
| An endless aching need. | |
| I say love, it is a flower, | |
| And you it' s only seed. | |
| It' s the heart, afraid of breaking, | |
| That never, learns to dance. | |
| It' s the dream, afraid of waking, | |
| That never, takes the chance. | |
| It' s the one, who won' t be taken, | |
| Who cannot, seem to give. | |
| And the soul, afraid of dying, | |
| That never, learns to live. | |
| When the night, has been too lonely, | |
| And the road, has been too long. | |
| And you feel, that love is only, | |
| for the lucky, and the strong. | |
| Just remember, in the winter, | |
| Far beneath, the bitter snow, | |
| Lies a seed, that with the sun' s love, | |
| In the spring, becomes a rose... |