歌曲 | Help Me Breathe |
歌手 | Sophie B. Hawkins |
专辑 | Timbre [15 Track] |
作词 : Hawkins | |
A silent woman parts her lips | |
To speak before she ought | |
She makes a cross of her emotions | |
And a panic of her thoughts | |
Out of her mouth she comes in rages | |
Like Vesuvius in heat | |
She runs ahead of her intentions | |
Though she's programmed for defeat | |
By the hunger and the hatred | |
The prostitution of her nature | |
She has given and forgiven for to give her | |
Kunt forgave her | |
To the longing for a loving hand | |
Or fist or cock or spike | |
But you know you cannot reach her | |
’Til she's taken back her life | |
A lonely child of fourteen | |
Finds her future in a drum | |
She plays for present day omissions | |
And for whom she must become | |
Out of her passion breaks the stillness | |
Of a solitary mind | |
A strict devotion to the rhythm | |
With a substitute for time | |
She looks out of her window | |
At the changes in the sky | |
She never wants to leave her sanctuary | |
Bedroom, books and lies | |
But she's grown up on the outside | |
With an instinct for the pain | |
That drives the men inside her wild | |
And women wanting her insane | |
Both lovers bring their cameras | |
To the beach on New Year's eve | |
They are expecting nothing other | |
Than to see what they believe | |
Four feet walking toward the lighthouse | |
In the freezing winter rain | |
She flashes stately in the distance | |
Humming her somnolent refrain | |
"You are here now, you are here now | |
There is nothing left to fear now" | |
With each step the sunk is sinking | |
Though the truth is less unclear now | |
They have won a thousand battles | |
They have wrung their own demise | |
Now they are standing still and weeping | |
For a love they can't despise | |
A silent woman and a lonely child | |
Have nowhere else to go | |
But to the lighthouse in December | |
Before the New Year takes its toll | |
They have found inside each other | |
What they had lost within themselves | |
Now they are bonded to forever | |
In their search for something else | |
Generations like the water | |
Shape the face of every stone | |
A pedigree's an invitation | |
To discover you're alone | |
Out in the kitchen or the courtyard | |
Or the bedroom or the bank | |
It only takes a fateful moment | |
To become the one you thank | |
And light shall lift them | |
Higher and higher | |
And dreams shall carry them on | |
And loss shall lead them | |
To life's final hour | |
Where death shall overcome |
zuò cí : Hawkins | |
A silent woman parts her lips | |
To speak before she ought | |
She makes a cross of her emotions | |
And a panic of her thoughts | |
Out of her mouth she comes in rages | |
Like Vesuvius in heat | |
She runs ahead of her intentions | |
Though she' s programmed for defeat | |
By the hunger and the hatred | |
The prostitution of her nature | |
She has given and forgiven for to give her | |
Kunt forgave her | |
To the longing for a loving hand | |
Or fist or cock or spike | |
But you know you cannot reach her | |
' Til she' s taken back her life | |
A lonely child of fourteen | |
Finds her future in a drum | |
She plays for present day omissions | |
And for whom she must become | |
Out of her passion breaks the stillness | |
Of a solitary mind | |
A strict devotion to the rhythm | |
With a substitute for time | |
She looks out of her window | |
At the changes in the sky | |
She never wants to leave her sanctuary | |
Bedroom, books and lies | |
But she' s grown up on the outside | |
With an instinct for the pain | |
That drives the men inside her wild | |
And women wanting her insane | |
Both lovers bring their cameras | |
To the beach on New Year' s eve | |
They are expecting nothing other | |
Than to see what they believe | |
Four feet walking toward the lighthouse | |
In the freezing winter rain | |
She flashes stately in the distance | |
Humming her somnolent refrain | |
" You are here now, you are here now | |
There is nothing left to fear now" | |
With each step the sunk is sinking | |
Though the truth is less unclear now | |
They have won a thousand battles | |
They have wrung their own demise | |
Now they are standing still and weeping | |
For a love they can' t despise | |
A silent woman and a lonely child | |
Have nowhere else to go | |
But to the lighthouse in December | |
Before the New Year takes its toll | |
They have found inside each other | |
What they had lost within themselves | |
Now they are bonded to forever | |
In their search for something else | |
Generations like the water | |
Shape the face of every stone | |
A pedigree' s an invitation | |
To discover you' re alone | |
Out in the kitchen or the courtyard | |
Or the bedroom or the bank | |
It only takes a fateful moment | |
To become the one you thank | |
And light shall lift them | |
Higher and higher | |
And dreams shall carry them on | |
And loss shall lead them | |
To life' s final hour | |
Where death shall overcome |