Nhạc sĩ: Glen Hansard, The Frames
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Here, back, down, all alone And strange track, I chose the long road That leads me out to God knows So I can't stop right now Even the good start can fall from grace and falter Lose their faith and slide But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough for my day It's the first of the ascension, it's a sad way We fought after the storm and her last words But I was only thinking of you in my golden days I was a slave But now it's time for, to sound your voice And catch what you're after My ship was sold right up the river But I'm not going down here, this journey isn't over It's a long way to the house of Fiscaraldo And her last words, but I'm always thinking of you In my golden days I was a saint Sometimes we made a situation Even the good start can fall from grace and falter Like lapdogs that shroud their mystery And her last words, but I'll see you down in history It's the only way that we can go I should eclipse you Woah Yeah It's a long way to Fiscaraldo I don't want to break you In the name of something true I'm never going down *