歌曲 | Geometry Of Lawns |
歌手 | The Clientele |
专辑 | Strange Geometry |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : The Clientele/Alasdair MacLean | |
Leaving came to us | |
Just like a song | |
A dull geometry of lawns | |
The sense that you are still a stranger | |
But we were born | |
To fade away like light | |
Looking sideways into life | |
There is no reason we should stay here | |
And I know you are listening to this song | |
Late in a still room with your lover | |
Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
As we flicker like a screen and we are gone | |
Once a spell of grace | |
Came over me | |
And I walked on through empty streets | |
Redbricks, sweat shops and madrassahs | |
Inside everything | |
I heard a voice | |
Mechanical, beyond itself | |
Like the sentence of a dreamer | |
And I know you are listening to this song | |
Late in a still room with your lover | |
Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
Out here beyond your reach I'm singing on |
zuo qu : The Clientele Alasdair MacLean | |
Leaving came to us | |
Just like a song | |
A dull geometry of lawns | |
The sense that you are still a stranger | |
But we were born | |
To fade away like light | |
Looking sideways into life | |
There is no reason we should stay here | |
And I know you are listening to this song | |
Late in a still room with your lover | |
Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
As we flicker like a screen and we are gone | |
Once a spell of grace | |
Came over me | |
And I walked on through empty streets | |
Redbricks, sweat shops and madrassahs | |
Inside everything | |
I heard a voice | |
Mechanical, beyond itself | |
Like the sentence of a dreamer | |
And I know you are listening to this song | |
Late in a still room with your lover | |
Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
Out here beyond your reach I' m singing on |
zuò qǔ : The Clientele Alasdair MacLean | |
Leaving came to us | |
Just like a song | |
A dull geometry of lawns | |
The sense that you are still a stranger | |
But we were born | |
To fade away like light | |
Looking sideways into life | |
There is no reason we should stay here | |
And I know you are listening to this song | |
Late in a still room with your lover | |
Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
As we flicker like a screen and we are gone | |
Once a spell of grace | |
Came over me | |
And I walked on through empty streets | |
Redbricks, sweat shops and madrassahs | |
Inside everything | |
I heard a voice | |
Mechanical, beyond itself | |
Like the sentence of a dreamer | |
And I know you are listening to this song | |
Late in a still room with your lover | |
Now see that moon above the edge of speech | |
Out here beyond your reach I' m singing on |