| Song | How Did It Feel |
| Artist | Ultra Vivid Scene |
| Album | Ultra Vivid Scene |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ralske | |
| He bore his burden up the hill | |
| He did not cry | |
| He did not flinch | |
| And even though this was his last | |
| He didn't bother to look back | |
| *And how did it feel? | |
| I'd like to know just how it felt | |
| And how did it feel? | |
| I'd like to know, I'd like to know | |
| A crown of thorns upon his head | |
| They drove a spike straight through his palm | |
| But hang me those that gathered round | |
| Just laughed and spat and watched him die | |
| Repeat * | |
| And from the height where he was fixed | |
| If you could see it was for miles | |
| A veiw like that cannot be brought | |
| For thirty gold coins if you must | |
| Repeat * | |
| Well can you show me how it felt? | |
| I'd like to know just how it felt | |
| Can you show me how it felt |
| zuo ci : Ralske | |
| He bore his burden up the hill | |
| He did not cry | |
| He did not flinch | |
| And even though this was his last | |
| He didn' t bother to look back | |
| And how did it feel? | |
| I' d like to know just how it felt | |
| And how did it feel? | |
| I' d like to know, I' d like to know | |
| A crown of thorns upon his head | |
| They drove a spike straight through his palm | |
| But hang me those that gathered round | |
| Just laughed and spat and watched him die | |
| Repeat | |
| And from the height where he was fixed | |
| If you could see it was for miles | |
| A veiw like that cannot be brought | |
| For thirty gold coins if you must | |
| Repeat | |
| Well can you show me how it felt? | |
| I' d like to know just how it felt | |
| Can you show me how it felt |
| zuò cí : Ralske | |
| He bore his burden up the hill | |
| He did not cry | |
| He did not flinch | |
| And even though this was his last | |
| He didn' t bother to look back | |
| And how did it feel? | |
| I' d like to know just how it felt | |
| And how did it feel? | |
| I' d like to know, I' d like to know | |
| A crown of thorns upon his head | |
| They drove a spike straight through his palm | |
| But hang me those that gathered round | |
| Just laughed and spat and watched him die | |
| Repeat | |
| And from the height where he was fixed | |
| If you could see it was for miles | |
| A veiw like that cannot be brought | |
| For thirty gold coins if you must | |
| Repeat | |
| Well can you show me how it felt? | |
| I' d like to know just how it felt | |
| Can you show me how it felt |