A Trace Of Blood Lyrics
| Song | A Trace Of Blood |
| Artist | Pain of Salvation |
| Album | Remedy Lane |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gildenlöw | |
| Touching ground | |
| Going home to those | |
| I miss Safe and sound | |
| Weeks of exile turn to bliss | |
| But there's something in her voice | |
| When she' is calling me | |
| A trace of blood to lead me | |
| Trough roads of agony | |
| With blood taste in my mouth | |
| And clouds before my eyes | |
| I kneel beside the bed | |
| Where my bleeding dryad lies | |
| Three young souls in misery | |
| Hitting ground | |
| Nausea wakes me up at dawn | |
| Hopes are found | |
| Dissected, turned and then | |
| Withdrawn | |
| A chair of steel and wire | |
| Her legs are open wide | |
| Helpless in myself | |
| I stand there cold beside | |
| The doctors stay away | |
| Leave us with this dismay | |
| To see the colours of a miracle | |
| Fade and turn to grey | |
| Then a cry and rivers of blood | |
| Flow so sadly bringing you | |
| Our dreams pour into a cold tray | |
| Two young souls in misery | |
| Missing you | |
| I never knew your name but | |
| I will miss you just the same | |
| I was to live for you | |
| I lost the will to live at all the day you came | |
| It'll never be the same but | |
| I will love you just the same | |
| You were to be the first, how wonderful | |
| Now I will always fear to hope again | |
| The irony | |
| Of seeing me whispering through her skin | |
| So joyfully | |
| To our child there deep within | |
| Or of when she called to me | |
| To tell me cheerfully | |
| That she had seen our shape | |
| On a hospital screen | |
| And of nurses being concerned | |
| That you never moved or turned | |
| Too late we see the warning | |
| Too late we learn [Hallgren] [Gildenlow] | |
| I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace | |
| Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes | |
| To fill your place | |
| It'll never be the same but | |
| I will love you just the same | |
| I was prepared to be your father | |
| How can I ever prepare for that again? | |
| Still I follow that trace of blood | |
| Always leading back to you | |
| Hollow years of damming that flood | |
| Two young souls in misery | |
| Missing you... missing you... |
| zuo qu : Gildenl w | |
| Touching ground | |
| Going home to those | |
| I miss Safe and sound | |
| Weeks of exile turn to bliss | |
| But there' s something in her voice | |
| When she' is calling me | |
| A trace of blood to lead me | |
| Trough roads of agony | |
| With blood taste in my mouth | |
| And clouds before my eyes | |
| I kneel beside the bed | |
| Where my bleeding dryad lies | |
| Three young souls in misery | |
| Hitting ground | |
| Nausea wakes me up at dawn | |
| Hopes are found | |
| Dissected, turned and then | |
| Withdrawn | |
| A chair of steel and wire | |
| Her legs are open wide | |
| Helpless in myself | |
| I stand there cold beside | |
| The doctors stay away | |
| Leave us with this dismay | |
| To see the colours of a miracle | |
| Fade and turn to grey | |
| Then a cry and rivers of blood | |
| Flow so sadly bringing you | |
| Our dreams pour into a cold tray | |
| Two young souls in misery | |
| Missing you | |
| I never knew your name but | |
| I will miss you just the same | |
| I was to live for you | |
| I lost the will to live at all the day you came | |
| It' ll never be the same but | |
| I will love you just the same | |
| You were to be the first, how wonderful | |
| Now I will always fear to hope again | |
| The irony | |
| Of seeing me whispering through her skin | |
| So joyfully | |
| To our child there deep within | |
| Or of when she called to me | |
| To tell me cheerfully | |
| That she had seen our shape | |
| On a hospital screen | |
| And of nurses being concerned | |
| That you never moved or turned | |
| Too late we see the warning | |
| Too late we learn Hallgren Gildenlow | |
| I never saw your face and now you' re gone without a trace | |
| Except the trace of blood that' s deeply scarred into my eyes | |
| To fill your place | |
| It' ll never be the same but | |
| I will love you just the same | |
| I was prepared to be your father | |
| How can I ever prepare for that again? | |
| Still I follow that trace of blood | |
| Always leading back to you | |
| Hollow years of damming that flood | |
| Two young souls in misery | |
| Missing you... missing you... |
| zuò qǔ : Gildenl w | |
| Touching ground | |
| Going home to those | |
| I miss Safe and sound | |
| Weeks of exile turn to bliss | |
| But there' s something in her voice | |
| When she' is calling me | |
| A trace of blood to lead me | |
| Trough roads of agony | |
| With blood taste in my mouth | |
| And clouds before my eyes | |
| I kneel beside the bed | |
| Where my bleeding dryad lies | |
| Three young souls in misery | |
| Hitting ground | |
| Nausea wakes me up at dawn | |
| Hopes are found | |
| Dissected, turned and then | |
| Withdrawn | |
| A chair of steel and wire | |
| Her legs are open wide | |
| Helpless in myself | |
| I stand there cold beside | |
| The doctors stay away | |
| Leave us with this dismay | |
| To see the colours of a miracle | |
| Fade and turn to grey | |
| Then a cry and rivers of blood | |
| Flow so sadly bringing you | |
| Our dreams pour into a cold tray | |
| Two young souls in misery | |
| Missing you | |
| I never knew your name but | |
| I will miss you just the same | |
| I was to live for you | |
| I lost the will to live at all the day you came | |
| It' ll never be the same but | |
| I will love you just the same | |
| You were to be the first, how wonderful | |
| Now I will always fear to hope again | |
| The irony | |
| Of seeing me whispering through her skin | |
| So joyfully | |
| To our child there deep within | |
| Or of when she called to me | |
| To tell me cheerfully | |
| That she had seen our shape | |
| On a hospital screen | |
| And of nurses being concerned | |
| That you never moved or turned | |
| Too late we see the warning | |
| Too late we learn Hallgren Gildenlow | |
| I never saw your face and now you' re gone without a trace | |
| Except the trace of blood that' s deeply scarred into my eyes | |
| To fill your place | |
| It' ll never be the same but | |
| I will love you just the same | |
| I was prepared to be your father | |
| How can I ever prepare for that again? | |
| Still I follow that trace of blood | |
| Always leading back to you | |
| Hollow years of damming that flood | |
| Two young souls in misery | |
| Missing you... missing you... |
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