Song | No Tears For Strangers |
Artist | Falconer |
Album | Grime Vs. Grandeur |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Göbel, Weinerhall | |
Millions of fears are howling loud | |
The tarn of tears is running out | |
You reside to far away | |
East and west and down below | |
It's easier to let it go | |
Not always bothered by the truth | |
Darkened sky on middle day | |
Destruction there, so they can't stay | |
"Sorry boys", but you're alone | |
The troops of doom has left the ground | |
Take the shit, fire another round | |
Eat the dirt, the crap is yours | |
Over foggy waters, I reach the shore | |
I can't sympathize, can't sense anymore | |
I'll shed no tears for strangers | |
Save my crying until another day | |
Maybe sorrows are coming my way | |
The mill is grinding trough the gloom | |
Ghastly eyes gaze at the moon | |
In palest glow the dreams descend | |
So in the end I'm not so bad | |
Don't have the time, I don't feel sad | |
That's the way so let me be | |
The distance between you and me: | |
The scale of my emotionality | |
My heart ain't weak enough | |
To bleed for all the tragedy | |
If I was to feel for one and all | |
I would probably crumble and fall | |
My heart ain't rich enough | |
To suffer your reality |
zuo qu : G bel, Weinerhall | |
Millions of fears are howling loud | |
The tarn of tears is running out | |
You reside to far away | |
East and west and down below | |
It' s easier to let it go | |
Not always bothered by the truth | |
Darkened sky on middle day | |
Destruction there, so they can' t stay | |
" Sorry boys", but you' re alone | |
The troops of doom has left the ground | |
Take the shit, fire another round | |
Eat the dirt, the crap is yours | |
Over foggy waters, I reach the shore | |
I can' t sympathize, can' t sense anymore | |
I' ll shed no tears for strangers | |
Save my crying until another day | |
Maybe sorrows are coming my way | |
The mill is grinding trough the gloom | |
Ghastly eyes gaze at the moon | |
In palest glow the dreams descend | |
So in the end I' m not so bad | |
Don' t have the time, I don' t feel sad | |
That' s the way so let me be | |
The distance between you and me: | |
The scale of my emotionality | |
My heart ain' t weak enough | |
To bleed for all the tragedy | |
If I was to feel for one and all | |
I would probably crumble and fall | |
My heart ain' t rich enough | |
To suffer your reality |
zuò qǔ : G bel, Weinerhall | |
Millions of fears are howling loud | |
The tarn of tears is running out | |
You reside to far away | |
East and west and down below | |
It' s easier to let it go | |
Not always bothered by the truth | |
Darkened sky on middle day | |
Destruction there, so they can' t stay | |
" Sorry boys", but you' re alone | |
The troops of doom has left the ground | |
Take the shit, fire another round | |
Eat the dirt, the crap is yours | |
Over foggy waters, I reach the shore | |
I can' t sympathize, can' t sense anymore | |
I' ll shed no tears for strangers | |
Save my crying until another day | |
Maybe sorrows are coming my way | |
The mill is grinding trough the gloom | |
Ghastly eyes gaze at the moon | |
In palest glow the dreams descend | |
So in the end I' m not so bad | |
Don' t have the time, I don' t feel sad | |
That' s the way so let me be | |
The distance between you and me: | |
The scale of my emotionality | |
My heart ain' t weak enough | |
To bleed for all the tragedy | |
If I was to feel for one and all | |
I would probably crumble and fall | |
My heart ain' t rich enough | |
To suffer your reality |