Stormchaser Lyrics
| Song | Stormchaser |
| Artist | Light This City |
| Album | Stormchaser |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Light This City, Nichol | |
| There's something else circling overhead now, | |
| A different kind of creature, bigger, out in the distance. | |
| I'm following, watching, and | |
| I find myself again | |
| Underneath churning winds that draw me in. | |
| Inside, a microcosm forms as emotions imitate the clouds, | |
| Twisting themselves into a rope, knotted at my heart | |
| And anchored in the manic horizon. | |
| Let's free ourselves from this stagnant mess for a while. | |
| I've grown so tired of the same damn crises. | |
| Let's leave a trail of debris in our wake, | |
| We'll watch the birth of catastrophes, nightly. | |
| I need to be a part of this wild machine. | |
| I don't care where it takes me, or if | |
| I make it out alive. | |
| I'm going to chase it til it breaks me, not giving up until | |
| I get inside. | |
| I can feel the electricity being pulled from the sky | |
| Into the eye of this storm, and spit back out with a violent force, | |
| Terrifying with it's indiscriminate reach, | |
| Echoing in my bones, thrilling me to my very core. | |
| It cracks open time, and all the pressure in a moment is released. | |
| The sound of it pounds the earth, then throbs through the ground. | |
| I live this life always running to keep up, | |
| With the wind following, driving forward, | |
| Or in front of me, pushing back. | |
| Sometimes, | |
| I'm moving so fast, as if weightless, | |
| Other times, it feels as if my body's being dragged. | |
| I'm racing my hopes along the veins of the country, | |
| It's so hard not to fall behind. | |
| I bury a drop of my blood beneath the soil of each city, | |
| So that I can return and find myself, even if there's nothing else left. |
| zuo qu : Light This City, Nichol | |
| There' s something else circling overhead now, | |
| A different kind of creature, bigger, out in the distance. | |
| I' m following, watching, and | |
| I find myself again | |
| Underneath churning winds that draw me in. | |
| Inside, a microcosm forms as emotions imitate the clouds, | |
| Twisting themselves into a rope, knotted at my heart | |
| And anchored in the manic horizon. | |
| Let' s free ourselves from this stagnant mess for a while. | |
| I' ve grown so tired of the same damn crises. | |
| Let' s leave a trail of debris in our wake, | |
| We' ll watch the birth of catastrophes, nightly. | |
| I need to be a part of this wild machine. | |
| I don' t care where it takes me, or if | |
| I make it out alive. | |
| I' m going to chase it til it breaks me, not giving up until | |
| I get inside. | |
| I can feel the electricity being pulled from the sky | |
| Into the eye of this storm, and spit back out with a violent force, | |
| Terrifying with it' s indiscriminate reach, | |
| Echoing in my bones, thrilling me to my very core. | |
| It cracks open time, and all the pressure in a moment is released. | |
| The sound of it pounds the earth, then throbs through the ground. | |
| I live this life always running to keep up, | |
| With the wind following, driving forward, | |
| Or in front of me, pushing back. | |
| Sometimes, | |
| I' m moving so fast, as if weightless, | |
| Other times, it feels as if my body' s being dragged. | |
| I' m racing my hopes along the veins of the country, | |
| It' s so hard not to fall behind. | |
| I bury a drop of my blood beneath the soil of each city, | |
| So that I can return and find myself, even if there' s nothing else left. |
| zuò qǔ : Light This City, Nichol | |
| There' s something else circling overhead now, | |
| A different kind of creature, bigger, out in the distance. | |
| I' m following, watching, and | |
| I find myself again | |
| Underneath churning winds that draw me in. | |
| Inside, a microcosm forms as emotions imitate the clouds, | |
| Twisting themselves into a rope, knotted at my heart | |
| And anchored in the manic horizon. | |
| Let' s free ourselves from this stagnant mess for a while. | |
| I' ve grown so tired of the same damn crises. | |
| Let' s leave a trail of debris in our wake, | |
| We' ll watch the birth of catastrophes, nightly. | |
| I need to be a part of this wild machine. | |
| I don' t care where it takes me, or if | |
| I make it out alive. | |
| I' m going to chase it til it breaks me, not giving up until | |
| I get inside. | |
| I can feel the electricity being pulled from the sky | |
| Into the eye of this storm, and spit back out with a violent force, | |
| Terrifying with it' s indiscriminate reach, | |
| Echoing in my bones, thrilling me to my very core. | |
| It cracks open time, and all the pressure in a moment is released. | |
| The sound of it pounds the earth, then throbs through the ground. | |
| I live this life always running to keep up, | |
| With the wind following, driving forward, | |
| Or in front of me, pushing back. | |
| Sometimes, | |
| I' m moving so fast, as if weightless, | |
| Other times, it feels as if my body' s being dragged. | |
| I' m racing my hopes along the veins of the country, | |
| It' s so hard not to fall behind. | |
| I bury a drop of my blood beneath the soil of each city, | |
| So that I can return and find myself, even if there' s nothing else left. |
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