作曲 : Andy McCluskey/Paul Humphreys The pacific age Is growing strong It's arm's embrace witth a killing grace It shakes your hand as it takes your place The modern age Like a slow revenge A wave that breaks over distant shores It begs for mercy And it take some more and more and more The pacific age Comes down like rain Washing over us again and again It's spreading west Like a speeding train As the wheels slow down and we lose the game The pacific age Tells no lies A dream that calls like an open door It keeps you hoping And it takes some more and more and more The pacific age Comes down like rain Washing over us again and again It's spreading west Like a speeding train As the wheels slow down and we lose the game The pacific age Comes down like rain Washing over us again and again It's spreading west Like a speeding train As the wheels slow down and we lose the game The pacific age Has no regrets It feeds on dreams It wins its bets A new dawn breaks from east to west And the plans we made stop making sense The pacific age It calls your name It bites you hand, you feel no pain And racing home. you run in vane As your heart slows down and you lose the game
作曲 : Andy McCluskey/Paul Humphreys The pacific age Is growing strong It's arm's embrace witth a killing grace It shakes your hand as it takes your place The modern age Like a slow revenge A wave that breaks over distant shores It begs for mercy And it take some more and more and more The pacific age Comes down like rain Washing over us again and again It's spreading west Like a speeding train As the wheels slow down and we lose the game The pacific age Tells no lies A dream that calls like an open door It keeps you hoping And it takes some more and more and more The pacific age Comes down like rain Washing over us again and again It's spreading west Like a speeding train As the wheels slow down and we lose the game The pacific age Comes down like rain Washing over us again and again It's spreading west Like a speeding train As the wheels slow down and we lose the game The pacific age Has no regrets It feeds on dreams It wins its bets A new dawn breaks from east to west And the plans we made stop making sense The pacific age It calls your name It bites you hand, you feel no pain And racing home. you run in vane As your heart slows down and you lose the game
