歌曲 | Tonight In Bilbao - normal |
歌手 | Sun Kil Moon |
专辑 | April |
作曲 : Kozelek | |
I walked the old eroded streets | |
A million miles now have gone behind me | |
Walked in the room, soaked up its fumes | |
Surveyed the faces I am lying to | |
Gave what I had, I gave my heart | |
Though I was broken and falling apart | |
Gave for the memory of a friend | |
Not for myself and not for them | |
When I was done I met someone | |
She came in from the storm so bright and welcome | |
Her friends came and swept her away | |
Disappeared like coyotes off on dark high plains | |
I looked across the river so still | |
Trying to remember | |
Where it was last night I laid my head to sleep | |
Where the empty night hung heavily over | |
I left Bilbao, went to Madrid | |
To Barcelona, to Pamplona | |
Where every ghost unto me known | |
Haunted me | |
I flew in over the red clay roofs | |
And floated through the clouds as they swelled and shook | |
The bronze-tinted land and sea | |
And houses rolled in hills like yellowing teeth | |
When we touched down, opened my eyes to the sun | |
The dizzying air filled my lungs | |
And just as soon she'd woken me | |
My eyes blurry, my mind heavy | |
I left Milan, I went to Rome | |
And carried her aroma on to Verona | |
And all the kindness she had shown | |
Was only a dream | |
The flurries danced on cold gray tombs | |
The frozen lots where ignored souls loomed | |
As last rays of daylight died | |
I'm blowing into my hands and clearing my eyes | |
And as the train pulled away from Cologne | |
The noise dimmed, once so loudly it had grown | |
And as the engines burned through the night | |
I stared off at far away lights | |
I left Berlin and I came home | |
To sleepy potions of blue oceans | |
Where my love so selflessly | |
Awaited me | |
I long to feel her light so warm | |
My thoughts racing to the places | |
Where her room invitingly | |
Awaited me | |
As the ocean brings in its high tide | |
As the darkness sets upon the beach | |
As we drive we look out at black cows | |
Glowing store windows in old gold rush towns | |
Over the bridge, the city sparkles so bright | |
Our hungry stomachs smell bread rise | |
Dim light of television, bedding soft down | |
And hear the perfect night as foghorns sound |
zuò qǔ : Kozelek | |
I walked the old eroded streets | |
A million miles now have gone behind me | |
Walked in the room, soaked up its fumes | |
Surveyed the faces I am lying to | |
Gave what I had, I gave my heart | |
Though I was broken and falling apart | |
Gave for the memory of a friend | |
Not for myself and not for them | |
When I was done I met someone | |
She came in from the storm so bright and welcome | |
Her friends came and swept her away | |
Disappeared like coyotes off on dark high plains | |
I looked across the river so still | |
Trying to remember | |
Where it was last night I laid my head to sleep | |
Where the empty night hung heavily over | |
I left Bilbao, went to Madrid | |
To Barcelona, to Pamplona | |
Where every ghost unto me known | |
Haunted me | |
I flew in over the red clay roofs | |
And floated through the clouds as they swelled and shook | |
The bronzetinted land and sea | |
And houses rolled in hills like yellowing teeth | |
When we touched down, opened my eyes to the sun | |
The dizzying air filled my lungs | |
And just as soon she' d woken me | |
My eyes blurry, my mind heavy | |
I left Milan, I went to Rome | |
And carried her aroma on to Verona | |
And all the kindness she had shown | |
Was only a dream | |
The flurries danced on cold gray tombs | |
The frozen lots where ignored souls loomed | |
As last rays of daylight died | |
I' m blowing into my hands and clearing my eyes | |
And as the train pulled away from Cologne | |
The noise dimmed, once so loudly it had grown | |
And as the engines burned through the night | |
I stared off at far away lights | |
I left Berlin and I came home | |
To sleepy potions of blue oceans | |
Where my love so selflessly | |
Awaited me | |
I long to feel her light so warm | |
My thoughts racing to the places | |
Where her room invitingly | |
Awaited me | |
As the ocean brings in its high tide | |
As the darkness sets upon the beach | |
As we drive we look out at black cows | |
Glowing store windows in old gold rush towns | |
Over the bridge, the city sparkles so bright | |
Our hungry stomachs smell bread rise | |
Dim light of television, bedding soft down | |
And hear the perfect night as foghorns sound |