歌曲 | Gigabyte Wars |
歌手 | New Model Army |
专辑 | Strange Brotherhood |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Well, you never grow up, you just get older, carrying | |
all the familiar burdens with you, walking back on | |
the hometown streets on a night devoid of stars. | |
No one ever said it was going to be just, you really | |
ought to know by now how She's all red in tooth and claw; | |
after all, weren't you the one screaming for more? | |
In the gigabyte wars - round and round we go, | |
beneath the vapour trails - tangled up inside in a web of lies, | |
hostages of fortune and savage tales. | |
Well, you entered stage in blood and pain, gulped for air | |
and then you cried out - this is just the way it comes; | |
that's Stupid Questions again . . . | |
It's not the things that you fear that come to get you, | |
But all the things you don't expect, face down in a | |
drowning pool of unfulfilled desire, in the gigabyte wars . . . | |
Then comes the rain - just seems to make the night grow hotter, | |
we listen to the drops as they clatter on the roofs of the cars; | |
sometimes it seems like you're going to suffocate in this | |
conspiracy of noise - but though the ties they stretch to break-point, | |
still they hold, still they hold, and blood runs still in crimson streams | |
and dries like the earth - but still they hold. | |
In the gigabyte wars, once we were lost, then we were found; | |
once we were found - then we were lost again. | |
Get real, if a real exists - there's nothing more than this, | |
Strung out on nothingness . . . |
zuo ci : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Well, you never grow up, you just get older, carrying | |
all the familiar burdens with you, walking back on | |
the hometown streets on a night devoid of stars. | |
No one ever said it was going to be just, you really | |
ought to know by now how She' s all red in tooth and claw | |
after all, weren' t you the one screaming for more? | |
In the gigabyte wars round and round we go, | |
beneath the vapour trails tangled up inside in a web of lies, | |
hostages of fortune and savage tales. | |
Well, you entered stage in blood and pain, gulped for air | |
and then you cried out this is just the way it comes | |
that' s Stupid Questions again . . . | |
It' s not the things that you fear that come to get you, | |
But all the things you don' t expect, face down in a | |
drowning pool of unfulfilled desire, in the gigabyte wars . . . | |
Then comes the rain just seems to make the night grow hotter, | |
we listen to the drops as they clatter on the roofs of the cars | |
sometimes it seems like you' re going to suffocate in this | |
conspiracy of noise but though the ties they stretch to breakpoint, | |
still they hold, still they hold, and blood runs still in crimson streams | |
and dries like the earth but still they hold. | |
In the gigabyte wars, once we were lost, then we were found | |
once we were found then we were lost again. | |
Get real, if a real exists there' s nothing more than this, | |
Strung out on nothingness . . . |
zuò cí : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Well, you never grow up, you just get older, carrying | |
all the familiar burdens with you, walking back on | |
the hometown streets on a night devoid of stars. | |
No one ever said it was going to be just, you really | |
ought to know by now how She' s all red in tooth and claw | |
after all, weren' t you the one screaming for more? | |
In the gigabyte wars round and round we go, | |
beneath the vapour trails tangled up inside in a web of lies, | |
hostages of fortune and savage tales. | |
Well, you entered stage in blood and pain, gulped for air | |
and then you cried out this is just the way it comes | |
that' s Stupid Questions again . . . | |
It' s not the things that you fear that come to get you, | |
But all the things you don' t expect, face down in a | |
drowning pool of unfulfilled desire, in the gigabyte wars . . . | |
Then comes the rain just seems to make the night grow hotter, | |
we listen to the drops as they clatter on the roofs of the cars | |
sometimes it seems like you' re going to suffocate in this | |
conspiracy of noise but though the ties they stretch to breakpoint, | |
still they hold, still they hold, and blood runs still in crimson streams | |
and dries like the earth but still they hold. | |
In the gigabyte wars, once we were lost, then we were found | |
once we were found then we were lost again. | |
Get real, if a real exists there' s nothing more than this, | |
Strung out on nothingness . . . |