Walls In Time Lyrics
| Song | Walls In Time |
| Artist | Bob Mould |
| Album | District Line |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mould | |
| Is it a crime to want to show your soul? | |
| Waste enough time, another black hole | |
| Misguided, not even lost, not even sure | |
| Now find the disease or the cure | |
| Has life lost all its glory and wonder? | |
| Sad tales are told again and again | |
| Sleep, toss and turn my old bed | |
| What a tale again and again | |
| Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building | |
| In a building high and wide | |
| Filed under headings that no one's quite sure of' | |
| Cause Lord knows that everyone tried | |
| When the pen meets the paper | |
| When the mind it begins to stray | |
| How a soul could lose its will to explain | |
| Oh, explain again and again | |
| Day after day, day after day, day after day | |
| We all cry once in a while | |
| It doesn't fit well with your smile | |
| But then are those tears, are they for real? | |
| Again and again that's how you feel | |
| If I was losing life, when picked from the ground | |
| A nice arrangement for the occasion | |
| But flowers when moved from place to place | |
| Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation in you | |
| In a fit of [Incomprehensible] night | |
| A flame attempts to spark us all | |
| Ignite, burn, candle light | |
| A waste of time, another dead soul | |
| With these walls around my soul could talk | |
| The words would lose importance | |
| Within these walls | |
| I hoax up to these words | |
| We all wanna leave a mark somewhere | |
| For those of us who feign to care | |
| And all and fortune in times, we find a way | |
| To build up these walls in time | |
| To build up these walls in time | |
| Is it a crime? |
| zuo ci : Mould | |
| Is it a crime to want to show your soul? | |
| Waste enough time, another black hole | |
| Misguided, not even lost, not even sure | |
| Now find the disease or the cure | |
| Has life lost all its glory and wonder? | |
| Sad tales are told again and again | |
| Sleep, toss and turn my old bed | |
| What a tale again and again | |
| Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building | |
| In a building high and wide | |
| Filed under headings that no one' s quite sure of' | |
| Cause Lord knows that everyone tried | |
| When the pen meets the paper | |
| When the mind it begins to stray | |
| How a soul could lose its will to explain | |
| Oh, explain again and again | |
| Day after day, day after day, day after day | |
| We all cry once in a while | |
| It doesn' t fit well with your smile | |
| But then are those tears, are they for real? | |
| Again and again that' s how you feel | |
| If I was losing life, when picked from the ground | |
| A nice arrangement for the occasion | |
| But flowers when moved from place to place | |
| Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation in you | |
| In a fit of Incomprehensible night | |
| A flame attempts to spark us all | |
| Ignite, burn, candle light | |
| A waste of time, another dead soul | |
| With these walls around my soul could talk | |
| The words would lose importance | |
| Within these walls | |
| I hoax up to these words | |
| We all wanna leave a mark somewhere | |
| For those of us who feign to care | |
| And all and fortune in times, we find a way | |
| To build up these walls in time | |
| To build up these walls in time | |
| Is it a crime? |
| zuò cí : Mould | |
| Is it a crime to want to show your soul? | |
| Waste enough time, another black hole | |
| Misguided, not even lost, not even sure | |
| Now find the disease or the cure | |
| Has life lost all its glory and wonder? | |
| Sad tales are told again and again | |
| Sleep, toss and turn my old bed | |
| What a tale again and again | |
| Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building | |
| In a building high and wide | |
| Filed under headings that no one' s quite sure of' | |
| Cause Lord knows that everyone tried | |
| When the pen meets the paper | |
| When the mind it begins to stray | |
| How a soul could lose its will to explain | |
| Oh, explain again and again | |
| Day after day, day after day, day after day | |
| We all cry once in a while | |
| It doesn' t fit well with your smile | |
| But then are those tears, are they for real? | |
| Again and again that' s how you feel | |
| If I was losing life, when picked from the ground | |
| A nice arrangement for the occasion | |
| But flowers when moved from place to place | |
| Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation in you | |
| In a fit of Incomprehensible night | |
| A flame attempts to spark us all | |
| Ignite, burn, candle light | |
| A waste of time, another dead soul | |
| With these walls around my soul could talk | |
| The words would lose importance | |
| Within these walls | |
| I hoax up to these words | |
| We all wanna leave a mark somewhere | |
| For those of us who feign to care | |
| And all and fortune in times, we find a way | |
| To build up these walls in time | |
| To build up these walls in time | |
| Is it a crime? |
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