Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
The Dear Hunter

The Moon / Awake

 

The Moon / Awake

(album: Act V: Hymns With The Devil In Confessional - 2016)


This soul's a stowaway
At the heels of a gaze
Their eyes betrayed in the arcade
Misdirection pervades
And my image fades of you
(Where are you)

Could we return to the hymn of the lake?
Grave refrains of impossible love?
Not believing what they'd say
Haunting heralds whose words were lost on you
(Where are you?)

I'd bare you my heart
If I knew that it still was there
I'm too nervous to look
Too afraid to close the book
So take all the wind from my lungs if you're out of air
Just deliver me the truth
Just deliver me you

How'd we lose our place?
Who decided our fate
Decay until we we're erased?
Idly wasting away
Well the nightmares ending soon
(Where are you?)

I'd bare you my heart if I knew that it was still there
I'm too nervous to look
Too afraid to close the book
So take all the wind from my lungs if you're out of air
Just deliver me truth
I'll deliver me you

(Who are you waiting for)

If the younger me just could have seen
The trouble I'd create
He'd never have agreed to carry on
When sins of sons to fathers come
Too heavy is the weight
The spirit split in two

Dear apparition
In this fleeting flash
Must I burn the earth
Before you turn to ash?
Would such extremes repair our broken past?
The silver lining seldom lies
In sight too plain to see
But trust our story's end can bring redemption for the pain endured

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?