I've Been Delivered 歌词
| 歌曲 | I've Been Delivered |
| 歌手 | The Wallflowers |
| 专辑 | Collected: 1996-2005 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| Well, I could break free from the | |
| Wood of a coffin if | |
| I needBut nothin's hard as gettin' free from places | |
| I've already been | |
| I've been waste-deep | |
| In the burnin' meadows of my mind | |
| In the engine in cold | |
| DecemberShootin' fire from the hose | |
| Now turn off your lights' | |
| Cause I'm not comin' home' | |
| Til I'm delivered for the first time | |
| I was first-born to a parade | |
| That follows in rows | |
| Down a narrow cold black river | |
| Faceless shadows movin' slow | |
| I would move swift when | |
| The sounds of a trumpet would blow | |
| I've been the puppet, | |
| I've been the strings | |
| I know the vacant face it brings | |
| Now the bells of curfew | |
| They may ring before | |
| I'm through | |
| But soon I'll be delivered for the first time | |
| You might keep clean | |
| In the back of an angel motorcade | |
| It doesn't matter who walks in | |
| You know, the joke is still the same | |
| You'll just wake up | |
| Like a disposable lover, decomposed | |
| I've been gone, | |
| I've been remembered | |
| I've been alive, | |
| I've been a ghost | |
| So now, if downtown explodes | |
| I'll still be on this road' | |
| Til I'm delivered for the first time | |
| I have drawn blood from the neckline | |
| When vampires were in fashion | |
| You know I'd even learn to cut my throat | |
| If I thought | |
| I could fit in' | |
| Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn | |
| How to blend in to this mess | |
| Where nothin's hard, nothin's precious | |
| And nothin's smooth or flawless | |
| Now, no more amused | |
| Just screaming to be delivered | |
| For the first time | |
| Now I'm 10 miles in the deep | |
| And mighty blue sea | |
| Looking back, towards a long white beach | |
| Burnin' up into yellow flames | |
| And I just wave back | |
| Like a little boy up on a pony in a show' | |
| Cause I can't fix something this complex | |
| Any more than | |
| I can build a rose | |
| So just keep on letting go' | |
| Cause I must be close | |
| To being delivered for the first time | |
| Now I'd rather bleed out a long stream from being | |
| Lonely and feel blessed | |
| Well than drown, laying face down | |
| In a puddle of respect | |
| I was once lost | |
| In the corridors of the arena in blindfolds | |
| I've been the bull, | |
| I've been the whip | |
| I just pulled down the matador | |
| So now, turn on your lights' | |
| Cause I'm comin' home | |
| I've been delivered for the first time |
| zuo ci : Dylan | |
| Well, I could break free from the | |
| Wood of a coffin if | |
| I needBut nothin' s hard as gettin' free from places | |
| I' ve already been | |
| I' ve been wastedeep | |
| In the burnin' meadows of my mind | |
| In the engine in cold | |
| DecemberShootin' fire from the hose | |
| Now turn off your lights' | |
| Cause I' m not comin' home' | |
| Til I' m delivered for the first time | |
| I was firstborn to a parade | |
| That follows in rows | |
| Down a narrow cold black river | |
| Faceless shadows movin' slow | |
| I would move swift when | |
| The sounds of a trumpet would blow | |
| I' ve been the puppet, | |
| I' ve been the strings | |
| I know the vacant face it brings | |
| Now the bells of curfew | |
| They may ring before | |
| I' m through | |
| But soon I' ll be delivered for the first time | |
| You might keep clean | |
| In the back of an angel motorcade | |
| It doesn' t matter who walks in | |
| You know, the joke is still the same | |
| You' ll just wake up | |
| Like a disposable lover, decomposed | |
| I' ve been gone, | |
| I' ve been remembered | |
| I' ve been alive, | |
| I' ve been a ghost | |
| So now, if downtown explodes | |
| I' ll still be on this road' | |
| Til I' m delivered for the first time | |
| I have drawn blood from the neckline | |
| When vampires were in fashion | |
| You know I' d even learn to cut my throat | |
| If I thought | |
| I could fit in' | |
| Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn | |
| How to blend in to this mess | |
| Where nothin' s hard, nothin' s precious | |
| And nothin' s smooth or flawless | |
| Now, no more amused | |
| Just screaming to be delivered | |
| For the first time | |
| Now I' m 10 miles in the deep | |
| And mighty blue sea | |
| Looking back, towards a long white beach | |
| Burnin' up into yellow flames | |
| And I just wave back | |
| Like a little boy up on a pony in a show' | |
| Cause I can' t fix something this complex | |
| Any more than | |
| I can build a rose | |
| So just keep on letting go' | |
| Cause I must be close | |
| To being delivered for the first time | |
| Now I' d rather bleed out a long stream from being | |
| Lonely and feel blessed | |
| Well than drown, laying face down | |
| In a puddle of respect | |
| I was once lost | |
| In the corridors of the arena in blindfolds | |
| I' ve been the bull, | |
| I' ve been the whip | |
| I just pulled down the matador | |
| So now, turn on your lights' | |
| Cause I' m comin' home | |
| I' ve been delivered for the first time |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| Well, I could break free from the | |
| Wood of a coffin if | |
| I needBut nothin' s hard as gettin' free from places | |
| I' ve already been | |
| I' ve been wastedeep | |
| In the burnin' meadows of my mind | |
| In the engine in cold | |
| DecemberShootin' fire from the hose | |
| Now turn off your lights' | |
| Cause I' m not comin' home' | |
| Til I' m delivered for the first time | |
| I was firstborn to a parade | |
| That follows in rows | |
| Down a narrow cold black river | |
| Faceless shadows movin' slow | |
| I would move swift when | |
| The sounds of a trumpet would blow | |
| I' ve been the puppet, | |
| I' ve been the strings | |
| I know the vacant face it brings | |
| Now the bells of curfew | |
| They may ring before | |
| I' m through | |
| But soon I' ll be delivered for the first time | |
| You might keep clean | |
| In the back of an angel motorcade | |
| It doesn' t matter who walks in | |
| You know, the joke is still the same | |
| You' ll just wake up | |
| Like a disposable lover, decomposed | |
| I' ve been gone, | |
| I' ve been remembered | |
| I' ve been alive, | |
| I' ve been a ghost | |
| So now, if downtown explodes | |
| I' ll still be on this road' | |
| Til I' m delivered for the first time | |
| I have drawn blood from the neckline | |
| When vampires were in fashion | |
| You know I' d even learn to cut my throat | |
| If I thought | |
| I could fit in' | |
| Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn | |
| How to blend in to this mess | |
| Where nothin' s hard, nothin' s precious | |
| And nothin' s smooth or flawless | |
| Now, no more amused | |
| Just screaming to be delivered | |
| For the first time | |
| Now I' m 10 miles in the deep | |
| And mighty blue sea | |
| Looking back, towards a long white beach | |
| Burnin' up into yellow flames | |
| And I just wave back | |
| Like a little boy up on a pony in a show' | |
| Cause I can' t fix something this complex | |
| Any more than | |
| I can build a rose | |
| So just keep on letting go' | |
| Cause I must be close | |
| To being delivered for the first time | |
| Now I' d rather bleed out a long stream from being | |
| Lonely and feel blessed | |
| Well than drown, laying face down | |
| In a puddle of respect | |
| I was once lost | |
| In the corridors of the arena in blindfolds | |
| I' ve been the bull, | |
| I' ve been the whip | |
| I just pulled down the matador | |
| So now, turn on your lights' | |
| Cause I' m comin' home | |
| I' ve been delivered for the first time |
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