[00:00.000] 作词 : 伊森
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 伊森
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 伊森
[00:04.170]Down by the railroad
[00:08.820]Where the cold winds weep
[00:16.320]Sits a man of sorrow
[00:19.440]Lost in shadows deep
[00:24.990]His hands are worn like leather
[00:30.390]Eyes fixed on the past
[00:36.390]He's counting seconds
[00:40.560]Each breath might be his last
[00:48.270]In the stagnant air
[00:51.660]Whispers ofwhatcould've been
[00:57.450]His heart a broken compass
[01:02.430]Lost in stormy sin
[01:09.150]Memories like ghosts
[01:13.230]Haunt him through the night
[01:19.890]A life once golden
[01:23.820]Now stripped of all its fight
[01:31.260]Oh
[01:31.380]The whispered echoes of the dust
[01:39.690]Tell stories of amanwho's lost his trust
[01:42.270]In the quiet night
[01:42.630]Thewind's lonely gust
[01:45.060]Sings of dreams
[01:45.570]Turned powder
[01:46.050]Turned to rust
[01:51.240]He had a love
[02:13.740]Once pure and bright
[02:15.750]Her smile a beacon in the darkest night
[02:23.190]But fate
[02:24.480]It dealt its cruelest hand
[02:27.870]Left him clawing through this barren land
[02:35.760]The countryside is barren
[02:40.080]Void of colored hue
[02:46.500]His dreams now distant
[02:50.850]Lost in skies of blue
[02:58.380]He wanders aimless
[03:01.470]Through fields of fallen grace
[03:08.370]Seeking solace in a world’ s unmarked place
[03:19.860]Oh
[03:19.890]The whispered echoes of the dust
[03:32.370]Tell stories of amanwho's lost his trust
[03:34.740]In the quiet night
[03:49.830]Thewind's lonely gust
[03:50.130]Sings of dreams
[03:54.390]Turned powder
[03:54.900]Turned to rust

作词 : 伊森
作曲 : 伊森
编曲 : 伊森
Down by the railroad
Where the cold winds weep
Sits a man of sorrow
Lost in shadows deep
His hands are worn like leather
Eyes fixed on the past
He's counting seconds
Each breath might be his last
In the stagnant air
Whispers ofwhatcould've been
His heart a broken compass
Lost in stormy sin
Memories like ghosts
Haunt him through the night
A life once golden
Now stripped of all its fight
Oh
The whispered echoes of the dust
Tell stories of amanwho's lost his trust
In the quiet night
Thewind's lonely gust
Sings of dreams
Turned powder
Turned to rust
He had a love
Once pure and bright
Her smile a beacon in the darkest night
But fate
It dealt its cruelest hand
Left him clawing through this barren land
The countryside is barren
Void of colored hue
His dreams now distant
Lost in skies of blue
He wanders aimless
Through fields of fallen grace
Seeking solace in a world’ s unmarked place
Oh
The whispered echoes of the dust
Tell stories of amanwho's lost his trust
In the quiet night
Thewind's lonely gust
Sings of dreams
Turned powder
Turned to rust