The Empty City 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Empty City |
| 歌手 | Jane Siberry |
| 专辑 | The Speckless Sky |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Siberry | |
| the outline of the city | |
| the sheerness of its height | |
| I thought that I was kidding | |
| when I said - I love this sight | |
| I love this skyline | |
| towers rising from the trees | |
| white bars on a blue graph | |
| not exactly flapping in the breeze | |
| cast upon a great white plaza | |
| filtered down through architects' maps | |
| a stand of glassy super-structures | |
| rising from the sprawling city flats | |
| streaming to the blue sea | |
| gleaming like beluga | |
| reduced to teeming atoms | |
| and shimmering in the heat | |
| hope you have your camera | |
| hope you have some paper | |
| because if no one gets this down | |
| then it's gone forever | |
| this is the elevator | |
| I press all the buttons | |
| every floor is different | |
| a different number anyway | |
| the marble in the lobby | |
| the silent corridors | |
| is this the new church | |
| out of which.. no one pours | |
| I feel I'm rising higher | |
| I must be in the clouds by now | |
| I knew it when I saw it | |
| I picked the right office tower | |
| I feel I heard it lift off | |
| break away from all the rest | |
| lifting its great heaviness | |
| hope you have your camera ... | |
| strange when I think about it | |
| well, that I should write of birds | |
| and flying things | |
| I always tried to avoid it | |
| reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry | |
| well - I'm not perfect | |
| I don't know why it moves me | |
| maybe I'm going to die soon | |
| a secret known only to | |
| known only to not even me | |
| I want to live forever | |
| I fear maybe you don't | |
| I fear that I will lose you | |
| leave me here to carry on alone | |
| that's why I'm not that surprised | |
| that one has broken away | |
| has lifted from the silent earth | |
| and carried me away | |
| hope you have your camera | |
| hope you have some paper | |
| because if no one gets this down | |
| then it's gone forever | |
| a crystalline set of dominoes | |
| except not really crystalline | |
| and sort of domino-like | |
| but not really | |
| life is a tall white building | |
| lifting from the silent earth | |
| it's carrying a message | |
| carrying it away | |
| I am only... | |
| I am only... |
| zuo ci : Siberry | |
| the outline of the city | |
| the sheerness of its height | |
| I thought that I was kidding | |
| when I said I love this sight | |
| I love this skyline | |
| towers rising from the trees | |
| white bars on a blue graph | |
| not exactly flapping in the breeze | |
| cast upon a great white plaza | |
| filtered down through architects' maps | |
| a stand of glassy superstructures | |
| rising from the sprawling city flats | |
| streaming to the blue sea | |
| gleaming like beluga | |
| reduced to teeming atoms | |
| and shimmering in the heat | |
| hope you have your camera | |
| hope you have some paper | |
| because if no one gets this down | |
| then it' s gone forever | |
| this is the elevator | |
| I press all the buttons | |
| every floor is different | |
| a different number anyway | |
| the marble in the lobby | |
| the silent corridors | |
| is this the new church | |
| out of which.. no one pours | |
| I feel I' m rising higher | |
| I must be in the clouds by now | |
| I knew it when I saw it | |
| I picked the right office tower | |
| I feel I heard it lift off | |
| break away from all the rest | |
| lifting its great heaviness | |
| hope you have your camera ... | |
| strange when I think about it | |
| well, that I should write of birds | |
| and flying things | |
| I always tried to avoid it | |
| reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry | |
| well I' m not perfect | |
| I don' t know why it moves me | |
| maybe I' m going to die soon | |
| a secret known only to | |
| known only to not even me | |
| I want to live forever | |
| I fear maybe you don' t | |
| I fear that I will lose you | |
| leave me here to carry on alone | |
| that' s why I' m not that surprised | |
| that one has broken away | |
| has lifted from the silent earth | |
| and carried me away | |
| hope you have your camera | |
| hope you have some paper | |
| because if no one gets this down | |
| then it' s gone forever | |
| a crystalline set of dominoes | |
| except not really crystalline | |
| and sort of dominolike | |
| but not really | |
| life is a tall white building | |
| lifting from the silent earth | |
| it' s carrying a message | |
| carrying it away | |
| I am only... | |
| I am only... |
| zuò cí : Siberry | |
| the outline of the city | |
| the sheerness of its height | |
| I thought that I was kidding | |
| when I said I love this sight | |
| I love this skyline | |
| towers rising from the trees | |
| white bars on a blue graph | |
| not exactly flapping in the breeze | |
| cast upon a great white plaza | |
| filtered down through architects' maps | |
| a stand of glassy superstructures | |
| rising from the sprawling city flats | |
| streaming to the blue sea | |
| gleaming like beluga | |
| reduced to teeming atoms | |
| and shimmering in the heat | |
| hope you have your camera | |
| hope you have some paper | |
| because if no one gets this down | |
| then it' s gone forever | |
| this is the elevator | |
| I press all the buttons | |
| every floor is different | |
| a different number anyway | |
| the marble in the lobby | |
| the silent corridors | |
| is this the new church | |
| out of which.. no one pours | |
| I feel I' m rising higher | |
| I must be in the clouds by now | |
| I knew it when I saw it | |
| I picked the right office tower | |
| I feel I heard it lift off | |
| break away from all the rest | |
| lifting its great heaviness | |
| hope you have your camera ... | |
| strange when I think about it | |
| well, that I should write of birds | |
| and flying things | |
| I always tried to avoid it | |
| reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry | |
| well I' m not perfect | |
| I don' t know why it moves me | |
| maybe I' m going to die soon | |
| a secret known only to | |
| known only to not even me | |
| I want to live forever | |
| I fear maybe you don' t | |
| I fear that I will lose you | |
| leave me here to carry on alone | |
| that' s why I' m not that surprised | |
| that one has broken away | |
| has lifted from the silent earth | |
| and carried me away | |
| hope you have your camera | |
| hope you have some paper | |
| because if no one gets this down | |
| then it' s gone forever | |
| a crystalline set of dominoes | |
| except not really crystalline | |
| and sort of dominolike | |
| but not really | |
| life is a tall white building | |
| lifting from the silent earth | |
| it' s carrying a message | |
| carrying it away | |
| I am only... | |
| I am only... |
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