歌曲 | Sharpest Blade |
歌手 | Over the Rhine |
专辑 | The Long Surrende |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
There was a time | |
I could sleep anywhere­­— | |
My feet on a chair, | |
My heart in the woods; | |
But love was aloof, | |
Just a beggar for tips | |
A mime on whose lips | |
No promises stood | |
But you can cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
With the edge of the green | |
Of the yard's sharpest blade; | |
When nothing I knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night would outlast us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me | |
Blossoms begin | |
Like the tip of a spear, | |
Or the curve of a tear | |
From a soldier who weeps; | |
Seducing the guard | |
Of lost years falling by­­— | |
As flowers to lie | |
On the dead feigning sleep | |
But you cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
On the edge of the green | |
Of the yard's dark parade; | |
When nothing we knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night would forgive us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me | |
But you cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
On the edge of the green | |
Of the yard's sharpest blade; | |
When nothing we knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night will convince us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me |
There was a time | |
I could sleep anywhere shy shy | |
My feet on a chair, | |
My heart in the woods | |
But love was aloof, | |
Just a beggar for tips | |
A mime on whose lips | |
No promises stood | |
But you can cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
With the edge of the green | |
Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
When nothing I knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night would outlast us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me | |
Blossoms begin | |
Like the tip of a spear, | |
Or the curve of a tear | |
From a soldier who weeps | |
Seducing the guard | |
Of lost years falling by shy shy | |
As flowers to lie | |
On the dead feigning sleep | |
But you cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
On the edge of the green | |
Of the yard' s dark parade | |
When nothing we knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night would forgive us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me | |
But you cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
On the edge of the green | |
Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
When nothing we knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night will convince us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me |
There was a time | |
I could sleep anywhere shy shy | |
My feet on a chair, | |
My heart in the woods | |
But love was aloof, | |
Just a beggar for tips | |
A mime on whose lips | |
No promises stood | |
But you can cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
With the edge of the green | |
Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
When nothing I knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night would outlast us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me | |
Blossoms begin | |
Like the tip of a spear, | |
Or the curve of a tear | |
From a soldier who weeps | |
Seducing the guard | |
Of lost years falling by shy shy | |
As flowers to lie | |
On the dead feigning sleep | |
But you cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
On the edge of the green | |
Of the yard' s dark parade | |
When nothing we knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night would forgive us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me | |
But you cut me quick | |
In the light of the shade, | |
On the edge of the green | |
Of the yard' s sharpest blade | |
When nothing we knew | |
Was all that it seemed | |
I still dreamed | |
Of a love to outlive us | |
I still prayed | |
That this night will convince us | |
And redeem some small thing | |
Far beyond me |