Facebook
  1. Minhas Letras
  2. C
  3. Contribuição
  4. Decades (Letra)

Decades (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(claude s.)

I hear a sound in the corridor
A screaming child i can’t ignore
Goes on and on and on
I press my ears

I can’t make it go away

Do we understand that this is life?
Do we understand anything?

Take my heart and never stop
Take my heart and never stop

There’s laughter in the villages
A holiday beneath the moon
Across the world somebody dies,
And still i will feel
This emptiness

Do we understand that this is living?
Do we understand that life is precious?
Do we understand that life was given?

Take my heart and never stop
Take my heart and never stop

All i want to do is sleep
Regress into subconscious dreams
Eluding all the outside thoughts
I have no where else to turn

Take my heart and never stop
Take my heart and never stop

(repeat to end)

Compartilhe!

Decades (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of hell’s darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our heart’s lost forever,
Can’t replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Decades (Letra)

Anything Box

Anything Box

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of hell’s darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our heart’s lost forever,
Can’t replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?