歌曲 | When Another Midnight |
歌手 | Sarah Slean |
专辑 | Day One |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Slean | |
When another midnight comes to rest | |
On the cheek of our sleeplessness | |
All the crusaders will wake and dress | |
Pull their flags from their pillowcases | |
You could hear all of | |
Eden hold its breath | |
On this, the anniversary of wonder’s death | |
Unholy occasion, what a terrible mess | |
Oh, it’s time for a new dress | |
How to live a noble life | |
In this age of insanity | |
When every prophet’s face is turning white | |
It’s the look, the look of“ | |
Can it be?” | |
It’s shock, it’s horror, it’s despair! | |
It’s Socrates weeping in a wheelchair | |
Teacher drooling, unaware“ | |
Where are my students, where, where?” | |
Poet to poet, nun to nun | |
I’ve met a distance that | |
I have to run | |
No matter what madness must come undone | |
I’m throwing down a smoking gun! | |
All the commuters will hear our words | |
And hide in garages like frightened birds, but | |
You can’t stop the moaning of the | |
EarthAnd the midnight crackling of my nerves! | |
Come out, come out, angels of love! | |
It’s just the sound of another midnight falling | |
Come out, come out | |
It’s not the end of the world | |
It’s just the sound of another midnight falling | |
Come out, come out! | |
The time is now! | |
It’s just the sound of another midnight falling |
zuo qu : Slean | |
When another midnight comes to rest | |
On the cheek of our sleeplessness | |
All the crusaders will wake and dress | |
Pull their flags from their pillowcases | |
You could hear all of | |
Eden hold its breath | |
On this, the anniversary of wonder' s death | |
Unholy occasion, what a terrible mess | |
Oh, it' s time for a new dress | |
How to live a noble life | |
In this age of insanity | |
When every prophet' s face is turning white | |
It' s the look, the look of" | |
Can it be?" | |
It' s shock, it' s horror, it' s despair! | |
It' s Socrates weeping in a wheelchair | |
Teacher drooling, unaware" | |
Where are my students, where, where?" | |
Poet to poet, nun to nun | |
I' ve met a distance that | |
I have to run | |
No matter what madness must come undone | |
I' m throwing down a smoking gun! | |
All the commuters will hear our words | |
And hide in garages like frightened birds, but | |
You can' t stop the moaning of the | |
EarthAnd the midnight crackling of my nerves! | |
Come out, come out, angels of love! | |
It' s just the sound of another midnight falling | |
Come out, come out | |
It' s not the end of the world | |
It' s just the sound of another midnight falling | |
Come out, come out! | |
The time is now! | |
It' s just the sound of another midnight falling |
zuò qǔ : Slean | |
When another midnight comes to rest | |
On the cheek of our sleeplessness | |
All the crusaders will wake and dress | |
Pull their flags from their pillowcases | |
You could hear all of | |
Eden hold its breath | |
On this, the anniversary of wonder' s death | |
Unholy occasion, what a terrible mess | |
Oh, it' s time for a new dress | |
How to live a noble life | |
In this age of insanity | |
When every prophet' s face is turning white | |
It' s the look, the look of" | |
Can it be?" | |
It' s shock, it' s horror, it' s despair! | |
It' s Socrates weeping in a wheelchair | |
Teacher drooling, unaware" | |
Where are my students, where, where?" | |
Poet to poet, nun to nun | |
I' ve met a distance that | |
I have to run | |
No matter what madness must come undone | |
I' m throwing down a smoking gun! | |
All the commuters will hear our words | |
And hide in garages like frightened birds, but | |
You can' t stop the moaning of the | |
EarthAnd the midnight crackling of my nerves! | |
Come out, come out, angels of love! | |
It' s just the sound of another midnight falling | |
Come out, come out | |
It' s not the end of the world | |
It' s just the sound of another midnight falling | |
Come out, come out! | |
The time is now! | |
It' s just the sound of another midnight falling |