Beat Your Wings Lyrics
| Song | Beat Your Wings |
| Artist | Guided by Voices |
| Album | Earthquake Glue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pollard | |
| Will the wind that scatters dust | |
| Reveal its secrets, speak to us | |
| Of many things? | |
| In the morning when she comes | |
| The bird who wakes you with her song | |
| She'll beat her wings | |
| She will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| She sees anything | |
| One more inch for no more reason | |
| Go without you even yet | |
| And death you sing | |
| Pass it by with once discovered | |
| Time to stop wasting time | |
| What will you bring? | |
| You will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| You hear anything | |
| Bless the sunlight | |
| Grab this day to make you over | |
| Save the bullet | |
| Price the sandman's head | |
| This time do not roll over | |
| Beat your wings | |
| Yeah, hear them sing | |
| Of up there in the glimpse of silence | |
| Up there | |
| When the days have come to pass | |
| Our journey broken, gone at last | |
| We'll beat our wings | |
| Shadows take familiar skin | |
| So recognize them, don't give in | |
| We'll beat our wings | |
| We will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| We feel anything | |
| Yeah, anything | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Oh, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Now beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings |
| zuo ci : Pollard | |
| Will the wind that scatters dust | |
| Reveal its secrets, speak to us | |
| Of many things? | |
| In the morning when she comes | |
| The bird who wakes you with her song | |
| She' ll beat her wings | |
| She will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| She sees anything | |
| One more inch for no more reason | |
| Go without you even yet | |
| And death you sing | |
| Pass it by with once discovered | |
| Time to stop wasting time | |
| What will you bring? | |
| You will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| You hear anything | |
| Bless the sunlight | |
| Grab this day to make you over | |
| Save the bullet | |
| Price the sandman' s head | |
| This time do not roll over | |
| Beat your wings | |
| Yeah, hear them sing | |
| Of up there in the glimpse of silence | |
| Up there | |
| When the days have come to pass | |
| Our journey broken, gone at last | |
| We' ll beat our wings | |
| Shadows take familiar skin | |
| So recognize them, don' t give in | |
| We' ll beat our wings | |
| We will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| We feel anything | |
| Yeah, anything | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Oh, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Now beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings |
| zuò cí : Pollard | |
| Will the wind that scatters dust | |
| Reveal its secrets, speak to us | |
| Of many things? | |
| In the morning when she comes | |
| The bird who wakes you with her song | |
| She' ll beat her wings | |
| She will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| She sees anything | |
| One more inch for no more reason | |
| Go without you even yet | |
| And death you sing | |
| Pass it by with once discovered | |
| Time to stop wasting time | |
| What will you bring? | |
| You will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| You hear anything | |
| Bless the sunlight | |
| Grab this day to make you over | |
| Save the bullet | |
| Price the sandman' s head | |
| This time do not roll over | |
| Beat your wings | |
| Yeah, hear them sing | |
| Of up there in the glimpse of silence | |
| Up there | |
| When the days have come to pass | |
| Our journey broken, gone at last | |
| We' ll beat our wings | |
| Shadows take familiar skin | |
| So recognize them, don' t give in | |
| We' ll beat our wings | |
| We will rise again | |
| And ride a perfect high | |
| And find a sweet seed growing | |
| And never know why | |
| We feel anything | |
| Yeah, anything | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Oh, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Now beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings | |
| Yeah, beat your wings |
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