- LRC歌词
- 文本歌词
[00:00.00] 作曲 : 陶桢
[00:01.00] 作词 : Gio Vincenzi/Michele Bettali
[00:02.00] 演唱:Michele Bettali
[00:03.00] 吉他:陶桢
[00:04.00] 混音:Michele Bettali
[00:13.37]streets, now an empty space,
[00:19.70]neon signs buzzing on my face,
[00:25.83]see, shadows stretching in the dark
[00:31.27]lone figures walking, going out like sparks
[00:38.17]there, on an old bench, a stranger
[00:44.38]looking for peace while shadows linger,
[00:50.53]there's no voice but a silent whisper
[00:56.08]no one can hear the cry of a drifter
[01:01.33]
[01:01.83]so please let's see the real face
[01:07.31]let's see the city lying behind a mask of “why”
[01:13.99]yes, so please let's call her real name
[01:20.01]and maybe she'll hear out our cry
[01:26.15]
[01:26.65]days are passing by, living this lie,
[01:32.43]not knowing what we're looking for
[01:38.96]grey, these walls are grey and there's no sky
[01:45.36]there is no hope, there is no soar
[01:51.30]i know somewhere there must be more
[02:06.98]
[02:07.48]a busker is singing for no one
[02:13.55]bittersweet nights and days without sun.
[02:19.42]be no shy,don't flee from the light
[02:24.87]don't seek for embrace in the arms of the night.
[02:30.48]
[02:30.98]so, let's see the real face
[02:36.70]let's see the city lying behind a mask of “why”
[02:43.14]yes, so please let's call her real name
[02:49.27]and maybe she'll hear out our cry
[02:55.60]
[02:55.90]days are passing by, living this lie,
[03:02.83]not knowing what we're looking for
[03:08.18]grey, these walls are grey and there's no sky
[03:14.61]there is no hope, there is no soar
[03:20.86]i know somewhere there must be more
作曲 : 陶桢
作词 : Gio Vincenzi/Michele Bettali
演唱:Michele Bettali
吉他:陶桢
混音:Michele Bettali
streets, now an empty space,
neon signs buzzing on my face,
see, shadows stretching in the dark
lone figures walking, going out like sparks
there, on an old bench, a stranger
looking for peace while shadows linger,
there's no voice but a silent whisper
no one can hear the cry of a drifter
so please let's see the real face
let's see the city lying behind a mask of “why”
yes, so please let's call her real name
and maybe she'll hear out our cry
days are passing by, living this lie,
not knowing what we're looking for
grey, these walls are grey and there's no sky
there is no hope, there is no soar
i know somewhere there must be more
a busker is singing for no one
bittersweet nights and days without sun.
be no shy,don't flee from the light
don't seek for embrace in the arms of the night.
so, let's see the real face
let's see the city lying behind a mask of “why”
yes, so please let's call her real name
and maybe she'll hear out our cry
days are passing by, living this lie,
not knowing what we're looking for
grey, these walls are grey and there's no sky
there is no hope, there is no soar
i know somewhere there must be more