歌曲 | Small Metal Gods |
歌手 | David Sylvian |
专辑 | Died In The Wool |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
It’s the farthest place | |
I’ve ever been | |
It’s a new frontier for me | |
And you balance things | |
Like you wouldn’t believe | |
When you should just let things be | |
Yes, you juggle things‘ | |
Cause you can’t lose sight | |
Of the wretched storyline | |
It’s the narrative that must go on | |
Until the end of time | |
And you’re guilty of some self-neglect | |
And the mind unravels for days | |
I’ve told you onceyes, a thousand times | |
I’m better off this way | |
I’m better off… this way | |
Where’s my queen of hearts | |
My royal flush | |
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks | |
My suicide, my better days | |
There’s nothing | |
I regretI’ve placed the | |
GodsIn a Ziploc bag | |
I’ve put them in a drawer | |
They’ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time | |
So I’m evening up the score | |
Small metal godsfrom a casting line | |
From a factory in | |
MumbaiSome manual labourer’s bread and butter | |
And a single-minded life | |
Small metal gods | |
Cheap souvenirs | |
You’ve abandoned me for sure | |
I’m dumping you, my childish things | |
I’m evening up the score |
It' s the farthest place | |
I' ve ever been | |
It' s a new frontier for me | |
And you balance things | |
Like you wouldn' t believe | |
When you should just let things be | |
Yes, you juggle things' | |
Cause you can' t lose sight | |
Of the wretched storyline | |
It' s the narrative that must go on | |
Until the end of time | |
And you' re guilty of some selfneglect | |
And the mind unravels for days | |
I' ve told you onceyes, a thousand times | |
I' m better off this way | |
I' m better off this way | |
Where' s my queen of hearts | |
My royal flush | |
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks | |
My suicide, my better days | |
There' s nothing | |
I regretI' ve placed the | |
GodsIn a Ziploc bag | |
I' ve put them in a drawer | |
They' ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time | |
So I' m evening up the score | |
Small metal godsfrom a casting line | |
From a factory in | |
MumbaiSome manual labourer' s bread and butter | |
And a singleminded life | |
Small metal gods | |
Cheap souvenirs | |
You' ve abandoned me for sure | |
I' m dumping you, my childish things | |
I' m evening up the score |
It' s the farthest place | |
I' ve ever been | |
It' s a new frontier for me | |
And you balance things | |
Like you wouldn' t believe | |
When you should just let things be | |
Yes, you juggle things' | |
Cause you can' t lose sight | |
Of the wretched storyline | |
It' s the narrative that must go on | |
Until the end of time | |
And you' re guilty of some selfneglect | |
And the mind unravels for days | |
I' ve told you onceyes, a thousand times | |
I' m better off this way | |
I' m better off this way | |
Where' s my queen of hearts | |
My royal flush | |
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks | |
My suicide, my better days | |
There' s nothing | |
I regretI' ve placed the | |
GodsIn a Ziploc bag | |
I' ve put them in a drawer | |
They' ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time | |
So I' m evening up the score | |
Small metal godsfrom a casting line | |
From a factory in | |
MumbaiSome manual labourer' s bread and butter | |
And a singleminded life | |
Small metal gods | |
Cheap souvenirs | |
You' ve abandoned me for sure | |
I' m dumping you, my childish things | |
I' m evening up the score |