歌曲 | Velvet Cave |
歌手 | Silver Apples |
专辑 | Silver Apples |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Simeon, Taylor | |
Sail over distant waters till you reach the honeyed shore | |
Walk on through purple flowers. Breathe the golden fragrance. | |
You have reached the final island where dreams light up the daytime. | |
You are at the end of journey, all is peace. | |
Wine trickles down from mountains, crimson streamers floating. | |
Sweet meats hang from bushes and ripely cry for plucking. | |
Maidens gather flowers and feed you with soft fingers. | |
Hours are a song that never ends. Hours are a songt that never ends. | |
You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave. | |
She calls you from the meadow. Her eyes are brightly shining. | |
Her breasts are fruits she offers, so you leave the fields behind you. | |
To follow promises she will fulfill. She will fulfill. | |
In the cave there's no tomorrow, nor any yesterday. | |
Just the hammer of her heartbeat as she draws you down beside her. | |
And you sink down on the pillow of her body hotly loving. | |
And you pray you'll never waken to the day. | |
And you pray you'll never waken to the day. | |
Never. | |
Never. | |
Never. |
zuo ci : Simeon, Taylor | |
Sail over distant waters till you reach the honeyed shore | |
Walk on through purple flowers. Breathe the golden fragrance. | |
You have reached the final island where dreams light up the daytime. | |
You are at the end of journey, all is peace. | |
Wine trickles down from mountains, crimson streamers floating. | |
Sweet meats hang from bushes and ripely cry for plucking. | |
Maidens gather flowers and feed you with soft fingers. | |
Hours are a song that never ends. Hours are a songt that never ends. | |
You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave. | |
She calls you from the meadow. Her eyes are brightly shining. | |
Her breasts are fruits she offers, so you leave the fields behind you. | |
To follow promises she will fulfill. She will fulfill. | |
In the cave there' s no tomorrow, nor any yesterday. | |
Just the hammer of her heartbeat as she draws you down beside her. | |
And you sink down on the pillow of her body hotly loving. | |
And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
Never. | |
Never. | |
Never. |
zuò cí : Simeon, Taylor | |
Sail over distant waters till you reach the honeyed shore | |
Walk on through purple flowers. Breathe the golden fragrance. | |
You have reached the final island where dreams light up the daytime. | |
You are at the end of journey, all is peace. | |
Wine trickles down from mountains, crimson streamers floating. | |
Sweet meats hang from bushes and ripely cry for plucking. | |
Maidens gather flowers and feed you with soft fingers. | |
Hours are a song that never ends. Hours are a songt that never ends. | |
You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave. | |
She calls you from the meadow. Her eyes are brightly shining. | |
Her breasts are fruits she offers, so you leave the fields behind you. | |
To follow promises she will fulfill. She will fulfill. | |
In the cave there' s no tomorrow, nor any yesterday. | |
Just the hammer of her heartbeat as she draws you down beside her. | |
And you sink down on the pillow of her body hotly loving. | |
And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
Never. | |
Never. | |
Never. |