歌曲 | Sisters of the Moon |
歌手 | Fleetwood Mac |
专辑 | Tusk |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Intense silence | |
As she walked in the room | |
Her black robes trailing | |
Sister of the moon | |
And a black widow spider makes | |
More sound than she | |
And black moons in those eyes of hers | |
Made more sense to me | |
Heavy persuasion | |
It was hard to breathe | |
She was dark at the top of the stairs | |
And she called to me | |
And so I followed | |
As friends often do | |
I cared not for love, nor money | |
I think she knew | |
The people, they love her | |
And still they are the most cruel | |
She asked me | |
Be my sister, sister of the moon | |
Some call her sister of the moon | |
Some say illusions are her game | |
Wrap her in velvet | |
Does anyone, ah, know her name | |
So we make our choices | |
When there is no choice | |
And we listen to their voices | |
Ignoring our own voice |
Intense silence | |
As she walked in the room | |
Her black robes trailing | |
Sister of the moon | |
And a black widow spider makes | |
More sound than she | |
And black moons in those eyes of hers | |
Made more sense to me | |
Heavy persuasion | |
It was hard to breathe | |
She was dark at the top of the stairs | |
And she called to me | |
And so I followed | |
As friends often do | |
I cared not for love, nor money | |
I think she knew | |
The people, they love her | |
And still they are the most cruel | |
She asked me | |
Be my sister, sister of the moon | |
Some call her sister of the moon | |
Some say illusions are her game | |
Wrap her in velvet | |
Does anyone, ah, know her name | |
So we make our choices | |
When there is no choice | |
And we listen to their voices | |
Ignoring our own voice |
Intense silence | |
As she walked in the room | |
Her black robes trailing | |
Sister of the moon | |
And a black widow spider makes | |
More sound than she | |
And black moons in those eyes of hers | |
Made more sense to me | |
Heavy persuasion | |
It was hard to breathe | |
She was dark at the top of the stairs | |
And she called to me | |
And so I followed | |
As friends often do | |
I cared not for love, nor money | |
I think she knew | |
The people, they love her | |
And still they are the most cruel | |
She asked me | |
Be my sister, sister of the moon | |
Some call her sister of the moon | |
Some say illusions are her game | |
Wrap her in velvet | |
Does anyone, ah, know her name | |
So we make our choices | |
When there is no choice | |
And we listen to their voices | |
Ignoring our own voice |