| Song | On All American Winds |
| Artist | David & the Citizens |
| Album | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fridlund | |
| My little sister, dreaming of monsters | |
| when will the story come to the turning-point? | |
| and make you happy, not being stepped on | |
| by strangers shadows | |
| every night | |
| my dearest brother, king of time | |
| breathing your own made up atmosphere | |
| I was down in the dark when I heard you call | |
| I could barely decide where your voice was coming from | |
| and I ran across the water | |
| with violent winds in my back | |
| I saw the famous sadness | |
| and it filled up evey crack | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| - how could I ever leave it behind? | |
| Sister, sweet sister, what do you see? | |
| don't marry a picture that could never be | |
| I stand here on my toes to find your place | |
| I've looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding | |
| further away | |
| and I sailed across an ocean | |
| On All American Winds | |
| on my way towards something | |
| -somthing my eyes had never seen | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| - how could I ever leave it behind? | |
| you're so close now/my words coming thru | |
| I'm sick from this longing, but what can I do? | |
| I'm hanging on still to this thin thread | |
| I'm clinging on to the one thing that you | |
| never had... | |
| and I ran across a desert | |
| and it took a thousand years | |
| but I was never afraid of anything | |
| 'cos there was nothing left for me to fear | |
| and I sailed across an ocean | |
| on all American violent winds | |
| on my way towards something | |
| something my eyes had never seen | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| - how could I ever leave it behind? |
| zuo qu : Fridlund | |
| My little sister, dreaming of monsters | |
| when will the story come to the turningpoint? | |
| and make you happy, not being stepped on | |
| by strangers shadows | |
| every night | |
| my dearest brother, king of time | |
| breathing your own made up atmosphere | |
| I was down in the dark when I heard you call | |
| I could barely decide where your voice was coming from | |
| and I ran across the water | |
| with violent winds in my back | |
| I saw the famous sadness | |
| and it filled up evey crack | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| how could I ever leave it behind? | |
| Sister, sweet sister, what do you see? | |
| don' t marry a picture that could never be | |
| I stand here on my toes to find your place | |
| I' ve looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding | |
| further away | |
| and I sailed across an ocean | |
| On All American Winds | |
| on my way towards something | |
| somthing my eyes had never seen | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| how could I ever leave it behind? | |
| you' re so close now my words coming thru | |
| I' m sick from this longing, but what can I do? | |
| I' m hanging on still to this thin thread | |
| I' m clinging on to the one thing that you | |
| never had... | |
| and I ran across a desert | |
| and it took a thousand years | |
| but I was never afraid of anything | |
| ' cos there was nothing left for me to fear | |
| and I sailed across an ocean | |
| on all American violent winds | |
| on my way towards something | |
| something my eyes had never seen | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| how could I ever leave it behind? |
| zuò qǔ : Fridlund | |
| My little sister, dreaming of monsters | |
| when will the story come to the turningpoint? | |
| and make you happy, not being stepped on | |
| by strangers shadows | |
| every night | |
| my dearest brother, king of time | |
| breathing your own made up atmosphere | |
| I was down in the dark when I heard you call | |
| I could barely decide where your voice was coming from | |
| and I ran across the water | |
| with violent winds in my back | |
| I saw the famous sadness | |
| and it filled up evey crack | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| how could I ever leave it behind? | |
| Sister, sweet sister, what do you see? | |
| don' t marry a picture that could never be | |
| I stand here on my toes to find your place | |
| I' ve looked everywhere, but the story keeps sliding | |
| further away | |
| and I sailed across an ocean | |
| On All American Winds | |
| on my way towards something | |
| somthing my eyes had never seen | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| how could I ever leave it behind? | |
| you' re so close now my words coming thru | |
| I' m sick from this longing, but what can I do? | |
| I' m hanging on still to this thin thread | |
| I' m clinging on to the one thing that you | |
| never had... | |
| and I ran across a desert | |
| and it took a thousand years | |
| but I was never afraid of anything | |
| ' cos there was nothing left for me to fear | |
| and I sailed across an ocean | |
| on all American violent winds | |
| on my way towards something | |
| something my eyes had never seen | |
| and if your world is mine | |
| and if your words are mine | |
| and if your blood is mine | |
| how could I ever leave it behind? |