译文: Throwdown. 落进.
you'll pray to your prophet but let fall you'll control you're fake but just let fall,you'll lose your life just let fall,practice the promise and let it fall
rain drops fight claims one to absorb another,a lesson is taught kill this cover,wake me,fill me open closet shuts feel alive never felt this way,lightning
leave me here to drown with him feel I'm forced to fight this wave of surrounding tears it appears a lost soul was washed away by the years trace a couse
day we play the kissing game for place a chance for the win but I forgot to never cross my heart the chance to win was never a chance for me blind eyes
fear I feel it I wont survive this day alone fear I feel it single man dies wraped in his own soul one part regret,one part denied,one part this is
filled with this thorn heart inside waiting for the brightest day hand held one hand over mine waiting for this dying day faced with an enemy burned
myself and I'm not the only casualty no ones leaving this play alive this play of mass tranquility curtain call and then I walk curtain drops I stumble fall
forced tears have drained this child this drought has come in the season of fire this mouth is dry these hands are tired as I crawl to sleep in this
years are slowly liver are changing say goodbye to all that would stay the same lives all of us are fading let's drop the torch form a line and burn
Silly I know, I thought my undying belief Could hold you up where you belong Among the coveted and the favoured And the shining strong Maybe these arms
(written by Julia Fordham/Simon Climie) We're all walking a fine line and I'm Walking towards you, and I Hope that I'm right in thinking, I'll never
falling forward) And I, I, I'm, I, I, I'm Wishing for you (falling forward) And I, I, I'm, I, I, I'm Wishing for you (falling forward) And suddenly I
higher than high No matter how I try, sometimes they're falling And it's a slow decline for this hope of mine A little piece at a time, somehow it's falling
(written by Gary Clark) As long as we have hope, prayer, and a little bit of time to Get us there, hope, prayer and time We are ordinary people in
The honeymoon is over I look to see what's left A pocketful of good reasons A shot at happiness That old devil is calling Alarm bell light is on Standby
I watch the days and weeks and years roll by I long since gave up trying to count them on my side Along with all that I hereby confess I'm learning how
Hey you, pushing the river With the world there on your shoulders Don't you remember a single thing The good book told you? Hey you, treading the water
