Lirik Lagu Map Of The World (Part II) - Jane Siberry
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
you mentioned La Pietathe dotted linethe holy flapping dresswhite legs carving darknessand you traced your thoughts on the tableclothas you were speaking
so when you leftI grabbed the white and telling tableclothand I carried it out into the empty streetsand I laid it down to see what I could see
I led my horse along the latitudesacross the folds and into whiteand somehow along the waymy horse slid off sideways and was gone forever
I mourned and then forgot about itI resumed the linethe latitudes and longitudes are calling methey're stringing me out across the seas forever
they say - da da...map of the world
I run along the dotted lineand I grab my flapping dress - wheeeeand the global winds rush past meshouting - this is happinessa quick fling to the global edgethat spans the vast expanse
to where the mountains meet like relay-runnersto where the snow caps do and the snow-fleurs tryI raise one arm up to the skyto touch a speck - an eagle fliesand a stick-figure on the other sidehe waves back to me...
he said - da da...map of the world
a stick-figure with briefcase and a business suit and tiehe walks across the perfect lawn(you mean the perfect-perfect-perfect lawn?)and he stands there at the footof the golden office tower
he says- "I must get to work todayI have to get inside somehow"but the golden office towerwas just a cliff the sun was setting onso he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever
he said- da da...
you were with us when we heldour meetings at the edge of the plainsla pieta, broad topics like life and death(is dinner ready yet?)yes - it's a map of the world
I run along the dotted line beyond the mountain topspast the far-flung ice floes and the outlying tundraand I circle down to see what I can see
I can see ten men of the kremlinten pegs upon the plainsten men with stony facesfacing west where night erasesshadows in the placeswhere the faces of the kremlin used to be
they say - da da...map of the world
so when you leftI grabbed the white and telling tableclothand I carried it out into the empty streetsand I laid it down to see what I could see
I led my horse along the latitudesacross the folds and into whiteand somehow along the waymy horse slid off sideways and was gone forever
I mourned and then forgot about itI resumed the linethe latitudes and longitudes are calling methey're stringing me out across the seas forever
they say - da da...map of the world
I run along the dotted lineand I grab my flapping dress - wheeeeand the global winds rush past meshouting - this is happinessa quick fling to the global edgethat spans the vast expanse
to where the mountains meet like relay-runnersto where the snow caps do and the snow-fleurs tryI raise one arm up to the skyto touch a speck - an eagle fliesand a stick-figure on the other sidehe waves back to me...
he said - da da...map of the world
a stick-figure with briefcase and a business suit and tiehe walks across the perfect lawn(you mean the perfect-perfect-perfect lawn?)and he stands there at the footof the golden office tower
he says- "I must get to work todayI have to get inside somehow"but the golden office towerwas just a cliff the sun was setting onso he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever
he said- da da...
you were with us when we heldour meetings at the edge of the plainsla pieta, broad topics like life and death(is dinner ready yet?)yes - it's a map of the world
I run along the dotted line beyond the mountain topspast the far-flung ice floes and the outlying tundraand I circle down to see what I can see
I can see ten men of the kremlinten pegs upon the plainsten men with stony facesfacing west where night erasesshadows in the placeswhere the faces of the kremlin used to be
they say - da da...map of the world
