| Song | Wishing the Hours Away |
| Artist | All About Eve |
| Album | Touched by Jesus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
| Dazed in the twilight | |
| I see the mayfly fly | |
| Clustering 'round streetlamps of a small town | |
| Rush around, around | |
| Flicker to the ground like snow... | |
| Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders | |
| Ephemeral, perpetual... | |
| And frail, pale, | |
| Written in water, fading | |
| As the clothes we wore drift to the shore | |
| In waves.... | |
| In choirs, in spires. | |
| White dressed... moon blessed... | |
| Milk... breast... flower... | |
| Wishing the hours away... | |
| Time, still fleeting | |
| Transcending, neverending | |
| Still meeting here with eternity | |
| Still hand in hand | |
| Washed clean of sand, like shells... | |
| Then time flies by | |
| And moments die in thousands | |
| Enshrouded, clouded | |
| White dressed... moon blessed | |
| Milk... breast... flower | |
| Wishing the hours away | |
| Soft-fleshed... dark nest... | |
| Miles away..... |
| zuo ci : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
| Dazed in the twilight | |
| I see the mayfly fly | |
| Clustering ' round streetlamps of a small town | |
| Rush around, around | |
| Flicker to the ground like snow... | |
| Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders | |
| Ephemeral, perpetual... | |
| And frail, pale, | |
| Written in water, fading | |
| As the clothes we wore drift to the shore | |
| In waves.... | |
| In choirs, in spires. | |
| White dressed... moon blessed... | |
| Milk... breast... flower... | |
| Wishing the hours away... | |
| Time, still fleeting | |
| Transcending, neverending | |
| Still meeting here with eternity | |
| Still hand in hand | |
| Washed clean of sand, like shells... | |
| Then time flies by | |
| And moments die in thousands | |
| Enshrouded, clouded | |
| White dressed... moon blessed | |
| Milk... breast... flower | |
| Wishing the hours away | |
| Softfleshed... dark nest... | |
| Miles away..... |
| zuò cí : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
| Dazed in the twilight | |
| I see the mayfly fly | |
| Clustering ' round streetlamps of a small town | |
| Rush around, around | |
| Flicker to the ground like snow... | |
| Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders | |
| Ephemeral, perpetual... | |
| And frail, pale, | |
| Written in water, fading | |
| As the clothes we wore drift to the shore | |
| In waves.... | |
| In choirs, in spires. | |
| White dressed... moon blessed... | |
| Milk... breast... flower... | |
| Wishing the hours away... | |
| Time, still fleeting | |
| Transcending, neverending | |
| Still meeting here with eternity | |
| Still hand in hand | |
| Washed clean of sand, like shells... | |
| Then time flies by | |
| And moments die in thousands | |
| Enshrouded, clouded | |
| White dressed... moon blessed | |
| Milk... breast... flower | |
| Wishing the hours away | |
| Softfleshed... dark nest... | |
| Miles away..... |