| 作曲 : Matos, Shaman | |
| The sands of gold are falling | |
| From the sky tonight | |
| The sound, a million voices screaming out | |
| The prophecy has moved on with the stars | |
| And now I know that | |
| I could be the chosen one | |
| Oh, the desert breeze had turned to such | |
| A storm that night | |
| And in my dream | |
| I nearly saw his face again | |
| Waving me up to come closer to his tent | |
| Can't control myself, | |
| I'm needing his embrace | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| Put on my suit, like any other morning time | |
| I washed my face in purest water | |
| Got brand new shoes - it's good to feel | |
| That you're alive | |
| But life will get along to something | |
| Larger than me! | |
| Looking up over your head - | |
| I wanna tear thorugh the sky | |
| Looking up over your head - | |
| And be the very first to die | |
| Looking up over your head - | |
| One thousand miles and | |
| I'll be there | |
| Looking up over your head - | |
| Just when you look over your head | |
| Over your head, inside your mind | |
| Visions you've had keep passing by | |
| Don't be afraid, face it instead. | |
| Looking up over your head! |
| zuo qu : Matos, Shaman | |
| The sands of gold are falling | |
| From the sky tonight | |
| The sound, a million voices screaming out | |
| The prophecy has moved on with the stars | |
| And now I know that | |
| I could be the chosen one | |
| Oh, the desert breeze had turned to such | |
| A storm that night | |
| And in my dream | |
| I nearly saw his face again | |
| Waving me up to come closer to his tent | |
| Can' t control myself, | |
| I' m needing his embrace | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| Put on my suit, like any other morning time | |
| I washed my face in purest water | |
| Got brand new shoes it' s good to feel | |
| That you' re alive | |
| But life will get along to something | |
| Larger than me! | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| I wanna tear thorugh the sky | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| And be the very first to die | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| One thousand miles and | |
| I' ll be there | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| Just when you look over your head | |
| Over your head, inside your mind | |
| Visions you' ve had keep passing by | |
| Don' t be afraid, face it instead. | |
| Looking up over your head! |
| zuò qǔ : Matos, Shaman | |
| The sands of gold are falling | |
| From the sky tonight | |
| The sound, a million voices screaming out | |
| The prophecy has moved on with the stars | |
| And now I know that | |
| I could be the chosen one | |
| Oh, the desert breeze had turned to such | |
| A storm that night | |
| And in my dream | |
| I nearly saw his face again | |
| Waving me up to come closer to his tent | |
| Can' t control myself, | |
| I' m needing his embrace | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| Put on my suit, like any other morning time | |
| I washed my face in purest water | |
| Got brand new shoes it' s good to feel | |
| That you' re alive | |
| But life will get along to something | |
| Larger than me! | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| I wanna tear thorugh the sky | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| And be the very first to die | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| One thousand miles and | |
| I' ll be there | |
| Looking up over your head | |
| Just when you look over your head | |
| Over your head, inside your mind | |
| Visions you' ve had keep passing by | |
| Don' t be afraid, face it instead. | |
| Looking up over your head! |