| Song | Flowers That Fade In My Hand |
| Artist | Rage |
| Album | Reflections Of A Shadow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Schmidt, Wagner | |
| Do you know, it scared me to death | |
| When I first saw you right after this | |
| Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest | |
| Really, man, it scared me to death | |
| They called in the morning | |
| Told me you had died last night | |
| I cried my eyes out | |
| The sorrow blinded me for light | |
| Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
| Everywhere I feel your presence | |
| I've grown since you left, you must be inside me | |
| Sometimes I hear you talking | |
| though my mouth | |
| And sometimes I know you're seeing through my eyes | |
| The father I once knew | |
| Has become a close friend | |
| The skill in my hand | |
| It makes me understand that we're | |
| Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
| Mother said you would have liked | |
| To stay a little longer | |
| I don't want to think about | |
| What could have been or not | |
| Now I know you haven't gone | |
| You're still here by my side | |
| Into every straw of grass | |
| Or in the fading light | |
| I wouldn't mind to follow you | |
| Any time or day | |
| And inbetween, I've gotta go | |
| A long and winding way | |
| Now I know that death has no scares | |
| Within the remains I've got my share | |
| And I know my death has no scares | |
| There is no mysterium for someone who dares to die | |
| And when I'm with you | |
| Next to the flowers on your grave | |
| It's such a comfort | |
| To feel the earth that leads to you | |
| Like flowers that grow from you hands... |
| zuo qu : Schmidt, Wagner | |
| Do you know, it scared me to death | |
| When I first saw you right after this | |
| Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest | |
| Really, man, it scared me to death | |
| They called in the morning | |
| Told me you had died last night | |
| I cried my eyes out | |
| The sorrow blinded me for light | |
| Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
| Everywhere I feel your presence | |
| I' ve grown since you left, you must be inside me | |
| Sometimes I hear you talking | |
| though my mouth | |
| And sometimes I know you' re seeing through my eyes | |
| The father I once knew | |
| Has become a close friend | |
| The skill in my hand | |
| It makes me understand that we' re | |
| Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
| Mother said you would have liked | |
| To stay a little longer | |
| I don' t want to think about | |
| What could have been or not | |
| Now I know you haven' t gone | |
| You' re still here by my side | |
| Into every straw of grass | |
| Or in the fading light | |
| I wouldn' t mind to follow you | |
| Any time or day | |
| And inbetween, I' ve gotta go | |
| A long and winding way | |
| Now I know that death has no scares | |
| Within the remains I' ve got my share | |
| And I know my death has no scares | |
| There is no mysterium for someone who dares to die | |
| And when I' m with you | |
| Next to the flowers on your grave | |
| It' s such a comfort | |
| To feel the earth that leads to you | |
| Like flowers that grow from you hands... |
| zuò qǔ : Schmidt, Wagner | |
| Do you know, it scared me to death | |
| When I first saw you right after this | |
| Your face so pale on that sheet in that chest | |
| Really, man, it scared me to death | |
| They called in the morning | |
| Told me you had died last night | |
| I cried my eyes out | |
| The sorrow blinded me for light | |
| Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
| Everywhere I feel your presence | |
| I' ve grown since you left, you must be inside me | |
| Sometimes I hear you talking | |
| though my mouth | |
| And sometimes I know you' re seeing through my eyes | |
| The father I once knew | |
| Has become a close friend | |
| The skill in my hand | |
| It makes me understand that we' re | |
| Like flowers that fade in my hands | |
| Mother said you would have liked | |
| To stay a little longer | |
| I don' t want to think about | |
| What could have been or not | |
| Now I know you haven' t gone | |
| You' re still here by my side | |
| Into every straw of grass | |
| Or in the fading light | |
| I wouldn' t mind to follow you | |
| Any time or day | |
| And inbetween, I' ve gotta go | |
| A long and winding way | |
| Now I know that death has no scares | |
| Within the remains I' ve got my share | |
| And I know my death has no scares | |
| There is no mysterium for someone who dares to die | |
| And when I' m with you | |
| Next to the flowers on your grave | |
| It' s such a comfort | |
| To feel the earth that leads to you | |
| Like flowers that grow from you hands... |