[00:00.000] 作词 : Maggie Heath/Tyler Heath
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tyler Heath/Maggie Heath
[00:13.417]On the mountain tall
[00:16.604]Whisper to me words in a voice so small
[00:21.578]Like the one that to Elijah called
[00:26.838]Quiet as a candle and bright as the morning sun
[00:37.470]Though the fire and wind
[00:40.663]Shattered down the hills with a rage unbent
[00:45.434]And a fear that shook the firmament
[00:50.926]He was not within them, the clatter of brass and drums
[01:02.389]I know you want me to be afraid
[01:09.298]I know you want me to love you
[01:16.208]I know you want me to be afraid
[01:22.857]I know you want me to love you
[01:35.641]Still the wild wind blows
[01:39.081]Up out of the grave of an angry ghost
[01:44.337]Firing bricks from broken canon and prose
[01:49.068]To build a wall so high it reaches the heavens in the sky
[02:00.607]I know you want me to be afraid
[02:07.528]I know you want me to love you
[02:14.436]I know you want me to be afraid
[02:21.557]I know you want me to love you
[02:40.692]Still you beat your drums
[02:44.416]Raising holy war with every strum
[02:49.204]Shouting down the quiet kingdom come
[02:54.478]Brushing at your fingers, hoping you'll come around

作词 : Maggie Heath/Tyler Heath
作曲 : Tyler Heath/Maggie Heath
On the mountain tall
Whisper to me words in a voice so small
Like the one that to Elijah called
Quiet as a candle and bright as the morning sun
Though the fire and wind
Shattered down the hills with a rage unbent
And a fear that shook the firmament
He was not within them, the clatter of brass and drums
I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you
I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you
Still the wild wind blows
Up out of the grave of an angry ghost
Firing bricks from broken canon and prose
To build a wall so high it reaches the heavens in the sky
I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you
I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you
Still you beat your drums
Raising holy war with every strum
Shouting down the quiet kingdom come
Brushing at your fingers, hoping you'll come around