歌曲 | The Poorest Waltz |
歌手 | My Dying Bride |
专辑 | A Map of All Our Failures |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Across the cedar covered river | |
Within the night that covers them | |
Up the hill toward dark gates | |
An approach so sweet yet again | |
Proffer the sightless with wine | |
Crank the old gramophone | |
To go up and dance with the blind girls | |
A secret so holy and dire | |
To waltz in the arms of innocence | |
Hushed delights from the choir | |
Shadows long and playful | |
Cast with broken old candles | |
Gowns worn and stressed | |
Yet graceful in tired old sandals | |
Strike up the scratchy old music | |
Tonight they won’t dance alone | |
Alas, the music does fade | |
Back to the village they creep | |
And leave the sanatorium | |
Its bars and rules, Just so |
Across the cedar covered river | |
Within the night that covers them | |
Up the hill toward dark gates | |
An approach so sweet yet again | |
Proffer the sightless with wine | |
Crank the old gramophone | |
To go up and dance with the blind girls | |
A secret so holy and dire | |
To waltz in the arms of innocence | |
Hushed delights from the choir | |
Shadows long and playful | |
Cast with broken old candles | |
Gowns worn and stressed | |
Yet graceful in tired old sandals | |
Strike up the scratchy old music | |
Tonight they won' t dance alone | |
Alas, the music does fade | |
Back to the village they creep | |
And leave the sanatorium | |
Its bars and rules, Just so |
Across the cedar covered river | |
Within the night that covers them | |
Up the hill toward dark gates | |
An approach so sweet yet again | |
Proffer the sightless with wine | |
Crank the old gramophone | |
To go up and dance with the blind girls | |
A secret so holy and dire | |
To waltz in the arms of innocence | |
Hushed delights from the choir | |
Shadows long and playful | |
Cast with broken old candles | |
Gowns worn and stressed | |
Yet graceful in tired old sandals | |
Strike up the scratchy old music | |
Tonight they won' t dance alone | |
Alas, the music does fade | |
Back to the village they creep | |
And leave the sanatorium | |
Its bars and rules, Just so |