Act Of The Apostle
Morning prayers took the girl unawares
She was late for class and she knew it
The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
She couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman
A patch of sun fell onto her neck
She put her head on her arms on her desk
The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
The crazy hippies, they’re running scared
She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
What would she look like standing by the well?
More like a women and less like a girl
“Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I’d stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?”
Later on she plays Morning Has Broken
She knows she's bad
She is slowing everbody down
The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother'ssick
He’ll be nice to her
She thinks that she shouldn’t be there at all
Her worries make everything else seem trivial
“Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I’d stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?”
Act Of The ApostleLRC歌词
[00:11.830]Morning prayers took the girl unawares
[00:15.140]She was late for class and she knew it
[00:19.170]The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
[00:22.860]She couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman
[00:27.640]A patch of sun fell onto her neck
[00:34.860]She put her head on her arms on her desk
[00:41.520]The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
[00:45.240]The crazy hippies, they’re running scared
[00:48.870]She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
[00:52.580]No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
[00:57.370]What would she look like standing by the well?
[01:04.770]More like a women and less like a girl
[01:11.500]“Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
[01:19.020]I wish that I could sing
[01:21.590]I’d stay in a melody
[01:23.970]I would float along in my everlasting song
[01:27.380]What would I do to believe?”
[01:44.900]Later on she plays Morning Has Broken
[01:48.470]She knows she's bad
[01:49.880]She is slowing everbody down
[01:52.410]The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother'ssick
[01:57.320]He’ll be nice to her
[02:00.530]She thinks that she shouldn’t be there at all
[02:08.050]Her worries make everything else seem trivial
[02:14.770]“Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
[02:22.240]I wish that I could sing
[02:24.800]I’d stay in a melody
[02:27.210]I would float along in my everlasting song
[02:30.960]What would I do to believe?”
