歌曲 | Victims Of The Dance |
歌手 | Tuxedomoon |
专辑 | Desire / No Tears |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brown, Principle, Reininger ... | |
Feel like Cassandra dancing | |
The last dance of the bones dancing | |
In spite of sudden death as if at last | |
She knew in a breath | |
We'll all be dancing on our own | |
With no past, with no regrets | |
But Cassandra had problems | |
She denied a God love | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
And He ruined her gift of prophecy | |
She could see it all | |
But no one believed her, no one believed her | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
No one believed her when she said | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
And seeing the future | |
Foreseeing the future | |
Foreseeing the future's not for us | |
It's unimaginable | |
Out of the black the faces come faster | |
Than the vague slips into sleep eyes rolled | |
Back in pain from unconsidered sources | |
The waves of shock when you realize where you've been | |
Faces you slighted razoring the hours | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
Like you do with that self-marauding | |
Edge of ineptitude that calls it all back | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
For one last questioning | |
(We are all victims) | |
One last questioning | |
We can't see the stoplights | |
Can't see the stoplights | |
With no fore or hindsight | |
We just go blind | |
DA da da da da da | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
We met at a dance | |
Was it my dream or yours? | |
Who knows | |
It was so long ago | |
It hit me Friday evening stained with purple mirth | |
The longer you stay away the crazier I get | |
Crowded at faceless parties so gutted and sunk | |
Winking at the warm bodies, taking deception for granted | |
Trying to dance just an immortal ghost | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
Trying to dance just an immortal ghost | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
(Victims of the dance) | |
Who fall and recover | |
Fall and recover | |
And fail to discover | |
First things first | |
With an unquenchable thirst we drink | |
(Let's have another drink on the host) | |
(Let's have another drink on the host) | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
Millions are living | |
Millions are living | |
And millions are dying | |
Without a chance | |
It's no romance | |
The dance goes on, the natives get down | |
The slit-eyed cats go wild, the shit faced boys | |
We are rolling with each other their and their sisters too | |
Everyone is too well dressed, too friendly, too serious | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
You are too serious, you are too serious | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
You are too serious, you are too serious | |
(We are all victims of the dance) | |
Just like Cassandra | |
Just like Cassandra | |
We dance like Cassandra | |
To the end |
zuo qu : Brown, Principle, Reininger ... | |
Feel like Cassandra dancing | |
The last dance of the bones dancing | |
In spite of sudden death as if at last | |
She knew in a breath | |
We' ll all be dancing on our own | |
With no past, with no regrets | |
But Cassandra had problems | |
She denied a God love | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
And He ruined her gift of prophecy | |
She could see it all | |
But no one believed her, no one believed her | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
No one believed her when she said | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
And seeing the future | |
Foreseeing the future | |
Foreseeing the future' s not for us | |
It' s unimaginable | |
Out of the black the faces come faster | |
Than the vague slips into sleep eyes rolled | |
Back in pain from unconsidered sources | |
The waves of shock when you realize where you' ve been | |
Faces you slighted razoring the hours | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Like you do with that selfmarauding | |
Edge of ineptitude that calls it all back | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
For one last questioning | |
We are all victims | |
One last questioning | |
We can' t see the stoplights | |
Can' t see the stoplights | |
With no fore or hindsight | |
We just go blind | |
DA da da da da da | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
We met at a dance | |
Was it my dream or yours? | |
Who knows | |
It was so long ago | |
It hit me Friday evening stained with purple mirth | |
The longer you stay away the crazier I get | |
Crowded at faceless parties so gutted and sunk | |
Winking at the warm bodies, taking deception for granted | |
Trying to dance just an immortal ghost | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Trying to dance just an immortal ghost | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
Who fall and recover | |
Fall and recover | |
And fail to discover | |
First things first | |
With an unquenchable thirst we drink | |
Let' s have another drink on the host | |
Let' s have another drink on the host | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
Millions are living | |
Millions are living | |
And millions are dying | |
Without a chance | |
It' s no romance | |
The dance goes on, the natives get down | |
The sliteyed cats go wild, the shit faced boys | |
We are rolling with each other their and their sisters too | |
Everyone is too well dressed, too friendly, too serious | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
You are too serious, you are too serious | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
You are too serious, you are too serious | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Just like Cassandra | |
Just like Cassandra | |
We dance like Cassandra | |
To the end |
zuò qǔ : Brown, Principle, Reininger ... | |
Feel like Cassandra dancing | |
The last dance of the bones dancing | |
In spite of sudden death as if at last | |
She knew in a breath | |
We' ll all be dancing on our own | |
With no past, with no regrets | |
But Cassandra had problems | |
She denied a God love | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
And He ruined her gift of prophecy | |
She could see it all | |
But no one believed her, no one believed her | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
No one believed her when she said | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
And seeing the future | |
Foreseeing the future | |
Foreseeing the future' s not for us | |
It' s unimaginable | |
Out of the black the faces come faster | |
Than the vague slips into sleep eyes rolled | |
Back in pain from unconsidered sources | |
The waves of shock when you realize where you' ve been | |
Faces you slighted razoring the hours | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Like you do with that selfmarauding | |
Edge of ineptitude that calls it all back | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
For one last questioning | |
We are all victims | |
One last questioning | |
We can' t see the stoplights | |
Can' t see the stoplights | |
With no fore or hindsight | |
We just go blind | |
DA da da da da da | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
We met at a dance | |
Was it my dream or yours? | |
Who knows | |
It was so long ago | |
It hit me Friday evening stained with purple mirth | |
The longer you stay away the crazier I get | |
Crowded at faceless parties so gutted and sunk | |
Winking at the warm bodies, taking deception for granted | |
Trying to dance just an immortal ghost | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Trying to dance just an immortal ghost | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
Who fall and recover | |
Fall and recover | |
And fail to discover | |
First things first | |
With an unquenchable thirst we drink | |
Let' s have another drink on the host | |
Let' s have another drink on the host | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Victims of the dance | |
Millions are living | |
Millions are living | |
And millions are dying | |
Without a chance | |
It' s no romance | |
The dance goes on, the natives get down | |
The sliteyed cats go wild, the shit faced boys | |
We are rolling with each other their and their sisters too | |
Everyone is too well dressed, too friendly, too serious | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
You are too serious, you are too serious | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
You are too serious, you are too serious | |
We are all victims of the dance | |
Just like Cassandra | |
Just like Cassandra | |
We dance like Cassandra | |
To the end |