| Song | Aish Tamid - Live Album Version |
| Artist | Matisyahu |
| Album | Live at Stubb's |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Miller, Werner | |
| The place lays phased like a warrior slayed | |
| Engraved into the space with his sword still raised | |
| Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways | |
| Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways | |
| Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage | |
| Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways | |
| Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played | |
| Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray | |
| Where the alter used to be placed inter-changed for bloodstains | |
| Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze | |
| Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Aish tamid eternally | |
| A fire burns continuously | |
| Wondering where you been | |
| Won't you come on home to me? | |
| Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact | |
| Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked | |
| Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact | |
| Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact | |
| Air intermingling ringing with the singing | |
| of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters | |
| Catastrophe struck the sound stuck | |
| Disaster plastered | |
| The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting | |
| the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing, | |
| in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling, | |
| Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist | |
| Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness | |
| Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince | |
| Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness | |
| Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed | |
| Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped | |
| Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness | |
| Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Paint the scene so you could see, the city's picking up speed | |
| On a bench 14th street, taxi's streaming yellow streaks | |
| Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak | |
| Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete | |
| Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires | |
| Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire | |
| My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed | |
| Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry | |
| the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye, | |
| glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves, | |
| freeze, the city move's in slow motion like a dream | |
| I'm left empty like the temple turned into a fox den | |
| Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun | |
| Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening | |
| To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean | |
| Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin | |
| Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been | |
| From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness | |
| Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion | |
| Wind coming in picking up momentum | |
| Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm | |
| A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain | |
| ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain | |
| overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem | |
| Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within | |
| to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan | |
| exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction | |
| trailblazing through affliction | |
| brushing off the branches golden | |
| standing strong flames | |
| dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing |
| zuo qu : Miller, Werner | |
| The place lays phased like a warrior slayed | |
| Engraved into the space with his sword still raised | |
| Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways | |
| Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways | |
| Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage | |
| Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways | |
| Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played | |
| Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray | |
| Where the alter used to be placed interchanged for bloodstains | |
| Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze | |
| Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed | |
| Chorus: | |
| Aish tamid eternally | |
| A fire burns continuously | |
| Wondering where you been | |
| Won' t you come on home to me? | |
| Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact | |
| Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked | |
| Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact | |
| Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact | |
| Air intermingling ringing with the singing | |
| of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters | |
| Catastrophe struck the sound stuck | |
| Disaster plastered | |
| The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting | |
| the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing, | |
| in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling, | |
| Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing. | |
| Chorus | |
| Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist | |
| Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness | |
| Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince | |
| Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness | |
| Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed | |
| Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped | |
| Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness | |
| Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious | |
| Chorus | |
| Paint the scene so you could see, the city' s picking up speed | |
| On a bench 14th street, taxi' s streaming yellow streaks | |
| Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak | |
| Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete | |
| Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires | |
| Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire | |
| My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed | |
| Let out a sigha melody blew by like an ancient war cry | |
| the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye, | |
| glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves, | |
| freeze, the city move' s in slow motion like a dream | |
| I' m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den | |
| Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun | |
| Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening | |
| To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean | |
| Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin | |
| Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been | |
| From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness | |
| Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion | |
| Wind coming in picking up momentum | |
| Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm | |
| A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain | |
| ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain | |
| overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem | |
| Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within | |
| to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan | |
| exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction | |
| trailblazing through affliction | |
| brushing off the branches golden | |
| standing strong flames | |
| dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing |
| zuò qǔ : Miller, Werner | |
| The place lays phased like a warrior slayed | |
| Engraved into the space with his sword still raised | |
| Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways | |
| Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways | |
| Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage | |
| Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways | |
| Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played | |
| Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray | |
| Where the alter used to be placed interchanged for bloodstains | |
| Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze | |
| Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed | |
| Chorus: | |
| Aish tamid eternally | |
| A fire burns continuously | |
| Wondering where you been | |
| Won' t you come on home to me? | |
| Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact | |
| Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked | |
| Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact | |
| Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact | |
| Air intermingling ringing with the singing | |
| of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters | |
| Catastrophe struck the sound stuck | |
| Disaster plastered | |
| The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting | |
| the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing, | |
| in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling, | |
| Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing. | |
| Chorus | |
| Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist | |
| Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness | |
| Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince | |
| Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness | |
| Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed | |
| Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped | |
| Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness | |
| Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious | |
| Chorus | |
| Paint the scene so you could see, the city' s picking up speed | |
| On a bench 14th street, taxi' s streaming yellow streaks | |
| Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak | |
| Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete | |
| Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires | |
| Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire | |
| My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed | |
| Let out a sigha melody blew by like an ancient war cry | |
| the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye, | |
| glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves, | |
| freeze, the city move' s in slow motion like a dream | |
| I' m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den | |
| Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun | |
| Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening | |
| To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean | |
| Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin | |
| Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been | |
| From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness | |
| Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion | |
| Wind coming in picking up momentum | |
| Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm | |
| A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain | |
| ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain | |
| overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem | |
| Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within | |
| to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan | |
| exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction | |
| trailblazing through affliction | |
| brushing off the branches golden | |
| standing strong flames | |
| dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing |