Song | Bleak Landscape |
Artist | The Divine Comedy |
Album | Fanfare for the Comic Muse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hannon | |
I cannot reconcile myself to this◇ | |
I wish i could! | |
I cannot live the life i ought to live◇ | |
I know i should! | |
I cannot bring myself to pray, | |
Except to wish these words away | |
They echo round my head | |
But soon they will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
There is a tree that grows out of this earth | |
It stands alone | |
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth | |
By whom the seed was sown | |
I cannot bring myself to sing | |
It is a wild, untethered thing | |
That echoes round my head | |
But soon it will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
I cannot bring myself to... speak | |
Except to wish myself asleep | |
Every word unuttered | |
Only serves to clutter up my head | |
When i go to bed | |
I dream that | |
Soon i will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
And soon we shall escape | |
Across our very own bleak landscape |
zuo ci : Hannon | |
I cannot reconcile myself to this | |
I wish i could! | |
I cannot live the life i ought to live | |
I know i should! | |
I cannot bring myself to pray, | |
Except to wish these words away | |
They echo round my head | |
But soon they will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
There is a tree that grows out of this earth | |
It stands alone | |
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth | |
By whom the seed was sown | |
I cannot bring myself to sing | |
It is a wild, untethered thing | |
That echoes round my head | |
But soon it will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
I cannot bring myself to... speak | |
Except to wish myself asleep | |
Every word unuttered | |
Only serves to clutter up my head | |
When i go to bed | |
I dream that | |
Soon i will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
And soon we shall escape | |
Across our very own bleak landscape |
zuò cí : Hannon | |
I cannot reconcile myself to this | |
I wish i could! | |
I cannot live the life i ought to live | |
I know i should! | |
I cannot bring myself to pray, | |
Except to wish these words away | |
They echo round my head | |
But soon they will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
There is a tree that grows out of this earth | |
It stands alone | |
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth | |
By whom the seed was sown | |
I cannot bring myself to sing | |
It is a wild, untethered thing | |
That echoes round my head | |
But soon it will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
I cannot bring myself to... speak | |
Except to wish myself asleep | |
Every word unuttered | |
Only serves to clutter up my head | |
When i go to bed | |
I dream that | |
Soon i will escape | |
Across the bleak landscape | |
And soon we shall escape | |
Across our very own bleak landscape |