Enya 歌詞

Enya In your language is there a word for anger Or is it in your temple where you hide. Enya In your temple your flowers bloom like fire But now your colour's faded and you're cold Hide in your inner circle Strength ain't muscle Whatever makes it better Hold onto your pride In time your faith will wither Fucked up and lost Hurt won't live forever Enya In your garden all of your angels gather Taking you into hiding under their wings Enya In your savior can you find hope for a future Where all your fears and anger won't cloud your way Enya In your shelter is there a fire for comfort Burning your inhibitions away