歌曲 | Sad Stephen's Song |
歌手 | Duncan Sheik |
专辑 | Phantom Moon |
作词 : Sater, Sheik | |
And there were mermaids, weren't there? | |
Sweet, silver mermaids | |
All through that gray | |
Trafalgar square | |
Such silver mermaids | |
And they were young and they were fair | |
They brushed their bronze and dusky hair | |
And whispered, "Come, sad StephenCome and play here""You will love, you will be lovedYou will grow up and do so muchYou will be strong, you will be sungBy all the mermaids, silver mermaids" | |
And once they'd sung their satin song | |
They beckoned to me from the fog | |
They spread their arms and lifted | |
Pale portrait faces, | |
I was taken | |
To their coral cavern halls | |
To rooms with oyster shells for walls | |
To sandy nooks, pearly books and ivory dolls | |
In ivory stalls, in ivory stalls | |
And there were mermaids, weren't there? | |
Sweet, silver mermaids | |
All through that wan, forgotten square | |
Silver mermaids | |
They were young and they were fair | |
And they brushed their bronze and dusky hair | |
And whispered, "Come, sad Stephen, come" | |
And I was taken | |
Was I wrong? | |
Should I have run? | |
I wanted all, | |
I wanted young | |
And portrait faces, | |
I was taken | |
Did I love? | |
I didn't care | |
Did I grow up? | |
Well, unaware | |
And was I strong? | |
And was I sung? | |
How do I haunt | |
Trafalgar fog? | |
And find I want so much, still want | |
And no more mermaids | |
No more mermaids | |
And no more mermaids |
zuò cí : Sater, Sheik | |
And there were mermaids, weren' t there? | |
Sweet, silver mermaids | |
All through that gray | |
Trafalgar square | |
Such silver mermaids | |
And they were young and they were fair | |
They brushed their bronze and dusky hair | |
And whispered, " Come, sad StephenCome and play here"" You will love, you will be lovedYou will grow up and do so muchYou will be strong, you will be sungBy all the mermaids, silver mermaids" | |
And once they' d sung their satin song | |
They beckoned to me from the fog | |
They spread their arms and lifted | |
Pale portrait faces, | |
I was taken | |
To their coral cavern halls | |
To rooms with oyster shells for walls | |
To sandy nooks, pearly books and ivory dolls | |
In ivory stalls, in ivory stalls | |
And there were mermaids, weren' t there? | |
Sweet, silver mermaids | |
All through that wan, forgotten square | |
Silver mermaids | |
They were young and they were fair | |
And they brushed their bronze and dusky hair | |
And whispered, " Come, sad Stephen, come" | |
And I was taken | |
Was I wrong? | |
Should I have run? | |
I wanted all, | |
I wanted young | |
And portrait faces, | |
I was taken | |
Did I love? | |
I didn' t care | |
Did I grow up? | |
Well, unaware | |
And was I strong? | |
And was I sung? | |
How do I haunt | |
Trafalgar fog? | |
And find I want so much, still want | |
And no more mermaids | |
No more mermaids | |
And no more mermaids |