歌曲 | Blind Sublime |
歌手 | Peter Murphy |
专辑 | Love Hysteria |
作词 : Murphy, Statham | |
It looks a dream | |
And feels the same | |
I could conquer it | |
And still feel sane | |
The soft hills and shores | |
Beguiled and silent nights | |
The sun waits softly | |
We talk a lot | |
Too much to say | |
We're still too proud | |
It looks a dream | |
And feels the same | |
I could conquer it | |
And still feel sane | |
The people best | |
Are simple here | |
And thoughts escape me | |
No fear, no judge | |
No burning fear | |
Their eyes don't pierce | |
Slowly worked | |
Smoke ringed arms | |
It's too hot to mention | |
Slowly worked | |
Smoke ringed arms | |
Luck turned an ear | |
I shout to time that nothing stays | |
Nothing lasts and damn to change | |
Though then | |
I read a book a line | |
Which says we sleep in blind sublime | |
Deaf and dumb in human lands | |
To break and free needs different hands | |
To pull us to a different space | |
Where things are wider, out of place | |
It looks a dream | |
And smells the same | |
I could conquer it | |
And still feel sane | |
It looks like a dream | |
And smells the same | |
I'd submit to it | |
And still feel sane | |
I'd submit to it | |
And still feel sane | |
I'd submit to it | |
And still feel sane |
zuò cí : Murphy, Statham | |
It looks a dream | |
And feels the same | |
I could conquer it | |
And still feel sane | |
The soft hills and shores | |
Beguiled and silent nights | |
The sun waits softly | |
We talk a lot | |
Too much to say | |
We' re still too proud | |
It looks a dream | |
And feels the same | |
I could conquer it | |
And still feel sane | |
The people best | |
Are simple here | |
And thoughts escape me | |
No fear, no judge | |
No burning fear | |
Their eyes don' t pierce | |
Slowly worked | |
Smoke ringed arms | |
It' s too hot to mention | |
Slowly worked | |
Smoke ringed arms | |
Luck turned an ear | |
I shout to time that nothing stays | |
Nothing lasts and damn to change | |
Though then | |
I read a book a line | |
Which says we sleep in blind sublime | |
Deaf and dumb in human lands | |
To break and free needs different hands | |
To pull us to a different space | |
Where things are wider, out of place | |
It looks a dream | |
And smells the same | |
I could conquer it | |
And still feel sane | |
It looks like a dream | |
And smells the same | |
I' d submit to it | |
And still feel sane | |
I' d submit to it | |
And still feel sane | |
I' d submit to it | |
And still feel sane |