歌曲 | Time and Good Fortune |
歌手 | Duncan Sheik |
专辑 | Phantom Moon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sater, Sheik | |
Drifter, what about her conversation? | |
Drifter, how about an explanation? | |
Where you go when you receive? | |
And why you never let her feed? | |
On all that truth you hold so dear | |
But never let another near | |
No one around | |
My, don't we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the quiet gazes | |
No, to the muttered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Taster of the poetry | |
Of Pater, | |
Proust and | |
SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep | |
When are you to stop and weep? | |
For all your inability | |
To mate with your own memory | |
No one around | |
My, don't we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the mindless gazes | |
No, to the splintered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Singer, will the singing say it? | |
Singer, would such saying change it? | |
A whole long life spent tuning strings | |
And will it now mean anything? | |
But empty chords that only bring | |
An endless, voiceless sorrowing | |
No one around | |
My, don't we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the frightened gazes | |
No, to the stuttered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Time and good fortune | |
Time and good fortune |
zuo ci : Sater, Sheik | |
Drifter, what about her conversation? | |
Drifter, how about an explanation? | |
Where you go when you receive? | |
And why you never let her feed? | |
On all that truth you hold so dear | |
But never let another near | |
No one around | |
My, don' t we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the quiet gazes | |
No, to the muttered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Taster of the poetry | |
Of Pater, | |
Proust and | |
SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep | |
When are you to stop and weep? | |
For all your inability | |
To mate with your own memory | |
No one around | |
My, don' t we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the mindless gazes | |
No, to the splintered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Singer, will the singing say it? | |
Singer, would such saying change it? | |
A whole long life spent tuning strings | |
And will it now mean anything? | |
But empty chords that only bring | |
An endless, voiceless sorrowing | |
No one around | |
My, don' t we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the frightened gazes | |
No, to the stuttered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Time and good fortune | |
Time and good fortune |
zuò cí : Sater, Sheik | |
Drifter, what about her conversation? | |
Drifter, how about an explanation? | |
Where you go when you receive? | |
And why you never let her feed? | |
On all that truth you hold so dear | |
But never let another near | |
No one around | |
My, don' t we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the quiet gazes | |
No, to the muttered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Taster of the poetry | |
Of Pater, | |
Proust and | |
SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep | |
When are you to stop and weep? | |
For all your inability | |
To mate with your own memory | |
No one around | |
My, don' t we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the mindless gazes | |
No, to the splintered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Singer, will the singing say it? | |
Singer, would such saying change it? | |
A whole long life spent tuning strings | |
And will it now mean anything? | |
But empty chords that only bring | |
An endless, voiceless sorrowing | |
No one around | |
My, don' t we love? | |
No one around | |
No, to the frightened gazes | |
No, to the stuttered phrases | |
No, to the utter waste of | |
Time and good fortune | |
Time and good fortune | |
Time and good fortune |