There is a child sleeping near his twin The pictures go wild in a rush of wind That dark angel he is shuffling in Watching over them with his black feather
I lost myself on a cool damp night I gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree I made wine from the lilac
There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Oh, it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die My fading voice sings
I'm lying in my bed the blanket is warm This body will never be safe from harm Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal Touch my skin to keep me whole
Eternal life is now on my trail Got my red glitter coffin man, just need one last nail While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games There
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'
Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch And remember the smell of the fabric Of your simple city dress Oh, that was so real Oh, that was so real Oh,
I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this the fourth
he bear her off, he bear her down he bear her into an orchard ground lu li lu lay lu li lu lay the falcon hath bourne my mate away and in this orchard
There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die My fading voice sings
There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die My fading voice sings of love
Bản dịch: Jeff Buckley. Grace.
Bản dịch: Jeff Buckley. Grace (Live At Palais Theatre).
: [Chocolate Part] You got me shaking like a lovers bed on a hardwood floor In the New York summertime, melting on a tongue of gold I'm lying in my
: I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this : The
: There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die My fading voice sings of
