Bring The Rain (Jingletown Sessions) 文本歌词
作词 : Brendan Hoye/Alex DiDonato/Gabe Stein
作曲 : Brendan Hoye/Alex DiDonato/Gabe Stein
The days may change
With the length of your hair
And the clothes that you wear
But you’re still some kid
And you’re farther from home than ever before
You grow tired
In your search for salvation
A hunt for your place in this world you know
It birthed you, it molds you
It tears you apart
It’s out, out, out with the old
And it’s in with the new
We want back, back, back to the old
Just a lonely few singing
“Bring the rain to my front door
Bring a thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye”
The hours defy me
The weeks are drawn on
As they fit to a song
Oh and the frustration,
The cause within sight,
My teeth chip as I bite.
It’s out, out, out with the old
And it’s in with the new
We want back, back, back to the old
Just a lonely few singing
“Bring the rain to my front door
Bring a thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye”
What have I become?
Just another one away from home
Something takes my hand
But my feet won’t walk along
New hopes tower us
And our eyes were doors
But they walked right through
Now it’s haunting us
In the only home we’ve known
Bring the rain to my front door
Bring a thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye
Bring The Rain (Jingletown Sessions) LRC歌词
作词 : Brendan Hoye/Alex DiDonato/Gabe Stein
作曲 : Brendan Hoye/Alex DiDonato/Gabe Stein
The days may change
With the length of your hair
And the clothes that you wear
But you’re still some kid
And you’re farther from home than ever before
You grow tired
In your search for salvation
A hunt for your place in this world you know
It birthed you, it molds you
It tears you apart
It’s out, out, out with the old
And it’s in with the new
We want back, back, back to the old
Just a lonely few singing
“Bring the rain to my front door
Bring a thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye”
The hours defy me
The weeks are drawn on
As they fit to a song
Oh and the frustration,
The cause within sight,
My teeth chip as I bite.
It’s out, out, out with the old
And it’s in with the new
We want back, back, back to the old
Just a lonely few singing
“Bring the rain to my front door
Bring a thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye”
What have I become?
Just another one away from home
Something takes my hand
But my feet won’t walk along
New hopes tower us
And our eyes were doors
But they walked right through
Now it’s haunting us
In the only home we’ve known
Bring the rain to my front door
Bring a thundering sky
Tame the fires that burn the walls
Of a life that waves goodbye