歌曲 | Choir of Cicadas |
歌手 | Poets of the Fall |
专辑 | Ultraviolet |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Marko Saaresto/Olli Tukiainen/Markus Kaarlonen |
[00:01.000] | 作词 : Marko Saaresto |
[00:21.42] | It’s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks |
[00:28.42] | Seashells washed ashore down by the docks |
[00:35.42] | So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud |
[00:43.42] | Don’t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt |
[00:52.42] | In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight |
[01:00.42] | When trivial truths sit next to the taillights |
[01:08.42] | When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum |
[01:15.42] | All carved in the shape of freedom |
[01:26.42] | Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon |
[01:33.42] | Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned |
[01:40.42] | And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store |
[01:47.42] | Like a work of art of uneasy rapport |
[01:58.42] | The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read |
[02:05.42] | In the heat blurry air we’re down in the field |
[02:12.42] | Where to the choir of cicadas’ jubilee |
[02:20.42] | Among the clouds we once fell asleep |
[02:30.42] | The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales |
[02:37.42] | Old mothers singing rusty old tales |
[02:45.42] | Like revving engines keening sky high |
[02:52.42] | Yet theirs is never a war cry |
[03:02.42] | So I’ll be your lover now, brazen and bright |
[03:10.42] | Like the flare of a match you struck in the night |
[03:17.42] | Though what does a stray know ‘bout holy and true |
[03:24.42] | But I’ll always come to your rescue |
[03:48.42] | Oh lord won’t you hear your children cry |
[03:55.42] | Singing their praise and their hallelujahs |
[04:00.42] | I have no more words to describe |
[04:08.42] | An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah |
[04:14.42] | So where is my lover, my firelight |
[04:22.42] | The line on the edge of truth and rumour |
[04:27.42] | We took our vows in the heart of the night |
[04:34.42] | We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Marko Saaresto Olli Tukiainen Markus Kaarlonen |
[00:01.000] | zuo ci : Marko Saaresto |
[00:21.42] | It' s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks |
[00:28.42] | Seashells washed ashore down by the docks |
[00:35.42] | So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud |
[00:43.42] | Don' t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt |
[00:52.42] | In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight |
[01:00.42] | When trivial truths sit next to the taillights |
[01:08.42] | When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum |
[01:15.42] | All carved in the shape of freedom |
[01:26.42] | Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon |
[01:33.42] | Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned |
[01:40.42] | And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store |
[01:47.42] | Like a work of art of uneasy rapport |
[01:58.42] | The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read |
[02:05.42] | In the heat blurry air we' re down in the field |
[02:12.42] | Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee |
[02:20.42] | Among the clouds we once fell asleep |
[02:30.42] | The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales |
[02:37.42] | Old mothers singing rusty old tales |
[02:45.42] | Like revving engines keening sky high |
[02:52.42] | Yet theirs is never a war cry |
[03:02.42] | So I' ll be your lover now, brazen and bright |
[03:10.42] | Like the flare of a match you struck in the night |
[03:17.42] | Though what does a stray know ' bout holy and true |
[03:24.42] | But I' ll always come to your rescue |
[03:48.42] | Oh lord won' t you hear your children cry |
[03:55.42] | Singing their praise and their hallelujahs |
[04:00.42] | I have no more words to describe |
[04:08.42] | An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah |
[04:14.42] | So where is my lover, my firelight |
[04:22.42] | The line on the edge of truth and rumour |
[04:27.42] | We took our vows in the heart of the night |
[04:34.42] | We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Marko Saaresto Olli Tukiainen Markus Kaarlonen |
[00:01.000] | zuò cí : Marko Saaresto |
[00:21.42] | It' s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks |
[00:28.42] | Seashells washed ashore down by the docks |
[00:35.42] | So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud |
[00:43.42] | Don' t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt |
[00:52.42] | In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight |
[01:00.42] | When trivial truths sit next to the taillights |
[01:08.42] | When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum |
[01:15.42] | All carved in the shape of freedom |
[01:26.42] | Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon |
[01:33.42] | Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned |
[01:40.42] | And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store |
[01:47.42] | Like a work of art of uneasy rapport |
[01:58.42] | The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read |
[02:05.42] | In the heat blurry air we' re down in the field |
[02:12.42] | Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee |
[02:20.42] | Among the clouds we once fell asleep |
[02:30.42] | The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales |
[02:37.42] | Old mothers singing rusty old tales |
[02:45.42] | Like revving engines keening sky high |
[02:52.42] | Yet theirs is never a war cry |
[03:02.42] | So I' ll be your lover now, brazen and bright |
[03:10.42] | Like the flare of a match you struck in the night |
[03:17.42] | Though what does a stray know ' bout holy and true |
[03:24.42] | But I' ll always come to your rescue |
[03:48.42] | Oh lord won' t you hear your children cry |
[03:55.42] | Singing their praise and their hallelujahs |
[04:00.42] | I have no more words to describe |
[04:08.42] | An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah |
[04:14.42] | So where is my lover, my firelight |
[04:22.42] | The line on the edge of truth and rumour |
[04:27.42] | We took our vows in the heart of the night |
[04:34.42] | We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright |