Portrait In Black Velvet 歌词

	作曲 : OKeefe
	O'Keefe
	Come with me now into a piece of velvet
	And a plastic painter's daring dance of death
	We'll journey very far into the surface
	Those not used to diving hold your breath
	The lady of my dreams paints scars of velvet
	On the mirror are the words she chose to speak
	And there the heavy hands that hang suspended
	Wrote: The Easter undertaker's laughter breaks
	Painter, she cried, it's mourning
	She stared like a saint undone
	Painter, she cried, it's morning
	And we cannot find the sun
	I offered her my cap and tiny shovel
	Saying, surely this will hide you from the sun
	I obtained it from a banker in depression
	He was a memory from 1931
	She butchers up her meat in careful quarters
	Knowing the prize at stake is very high
	And she builds a worn cliché into climax
	Knowing she will barely get by
	Lady, return my dream
	It wasn't free, it's not for sale
	Lady, return my dream
	And let me go on with the telling of my tale
	Her gentle voice cried quietly to thank me
	It's nothing, the hollow answer said
	I let her ride the railroad line to Nowhere
	And left the lost survivor on her bed
	Lady, return my dream
	It wasn't free, it held my life
	The portrait ends in a scream
	Two hearts held together with a knife

	zuo qu : OKeefe
	O' Keefe
	Come with me now into a piece of velvet
	And a plastic painter' s daring dance of death
	We' ll journey very far into the surface
	Those not used to diving hold your breath
	The lady of my dreams paints scars of velvet
	On the mirror are the words she chose to speak
	And there the heavy hands that hang suspended
	Wrote: The Easter undertaker' s laughter breaks
	Painter, she cried, it' s mourning
	She stared like a saint undone
	Painter, she cried, it' s morning
	And we cannot find the sun
	I offered her my cap and tiny shovel
	Saying, surely this will hide you from the sun
	I obtained it from a banker in depression
	He was a memory from 1931
	She butchers up her meat in careful quarters
	Knowing the prize at stake is very high
	And she builds a worn cliche into climax
	Knowing she will barely get by
	Lady, return my dream
	It wasn' t free, it' s not for sale
	Lady, return my dream
	And let me go on with the telling of my tale
	Her gentle voice cried quietly to thank me
	It' s nothing, the hollow answer said
	I let her ride the railroad line to Nowhere
	And left the lost survivor on her bed
	Lady, return my dream
	It wasn' t free, it held my life
	The portrait ends in a scream
	Two hearts held together with a knife

	zuò qǔ : OKeefe
	O' Keefe
	Come with me now into a piece of velvet
	And a plastic painter' s daring dance of death
	We' ll journey very far into the surface
	Those not used to diving hold your breath
	The lady of my dreams paints scars of velvet
	On the mirror are the words she chose to speak
	And there the heavy hands that hang suspended
	Wrote: The Easter undertaker' s laughter breaks
	Painter, she cried, it' s mourning
	She stared like a saint undone
	Painter, she cried, it' s morning
	And we cannot find the sun
	I offered her my cap and tiny shovel
	Saying, surely this will hide you from the sun
	I obtained it from a banker in depression
	He was a memory from 1931
	She butchers up her meat in careful quarters
	Knowing the prize at stake is very high
	And she builds a worn cliché into climax
	Knowing she will barely get by
	Lady, return my dream
	It wasn' t free, it' s not for sale
	Lady, return my dream
	And let me go on with the telling of my tale
	Her gentle voice cried quietly to thank me
	It' s nothing, the hollow answer said
	I let her ride the railroad line to Nowhere
	And left the lost survivor on her bed
	Lady, return my dream
	It wasn' t free, it held my life
	The portrait ends in a scream
	Two hearts held together with a knife

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