作曲 : Robert Smith/Laurence Tolhurst/Simon Gallup | |
作词 : Robert Smith | |
She stands twelve feet above the flood | |
She stares alone across the water | |
The loneliness grows and slowly | |
Fills her frozen body sliding downwards | |
One by one her senses die | |
The memories fade and leave her eyes | |
Still seeing worlds that never were | |
And one by one the bright birds leave her | |
Starting at the violent sound | |
She tries to turn but final noiseless | |
Slips and strikes her soft dark head | |
The water bows receives her | |
And drowns her at it's ease | |
Drowns her at it's ease | |
I would have left the world all bleeding | |
Could I only help you love? | |
The fleeting shapes so many years ago | |
So young and beautiful and brave | |
Everything was true | |
It couldn't be a story | |
I wish it was all true | |
I wish it couldn't be a story | |
The words all left me lifeless hoping | |
Breathing like the drowning man | |
Oh fuchsia, you leave me | |
Breathing like the drowning man | |
Dreaming like the drowning man | |
Breathing like the drowning | |
Dreaming like the drowning man | |
Dreaming like the drowning man |
zuo qu : Robert Smith Laurence Tolhurst Simon Gallup | |
zuo ci : Robert Smith | |
She stands twelve feet above the flood | |
She stares alone across the water | |
The loneliness grows and slowly | |
Fills her frozen body sliding downwards | |
One by one her senses die | |
The memories fade and leave her eyes | |
Still seeing worlds that never were | |
And one by one the bright birds leave her | |
Starting at the violent sound | |
She tries to turn but final noiseless | |
Slips and strikes her soft dark head | |
The water bows receives her | |
And drowns her at it' s ease | |
Drowns her at it' s ease | |
I would have left the world all bleeding | |
Could I only help you love? | |
The fleeting shapes so many years ago | |
So young and beautiful and brave | |
Everything was true | |
It couldn' t be a story | |
I wish it was all true | |
I wish it couldn' t be a story | |
The words all left me lifeless hoping | |
Breathing like the drowning man | |
Oh fuchsia, you leave me | |
Breathing like the drowning man | |
Dreaming like the drowning man | |
Breathing like the drowning | |
Dreaming like the drowning man | |
Dreaming like the drowning man |
zuò qǔ : Robert Smith Laurence Tolhurst Simon Gallup | |
zuò cí : Robert Smith | |
She stands twelve feet above the flood | |
She stares alone across the water | |
The loneliness grows and slowly | |
Fills her frozen body sliding downwards | |
One by one her senses die | |
The memories fade and leave her eyes | |
Still seeing worlds that never were | |
And one by one the bright birds leave her | |
Starting at the violent sound | |
She tries to turn but final noiseless | |
Slips and strikes her soft dark head | |
The water bows receives her | |
And drowns her at it' s ease | |
Drowns her at it' s ease | |
I would have left the world all bleeding | |
Could I only help you love? | |
The fleeting shapes so many years ago | |
So young and beautiful and brave | |
Everything was true | |
It couldn' t be a story | |
I wish it was all true | |
I wish it couldn' t be a story | |
The words all left me lifeless hoping | |
Breathing like the drowning man | |
Oh fuchsia, you leave me | |
Breathing like the drowning man | |
Dreaming like the drowning man | |
Breathing like the drowning | |
Dreaming like the drowning man | |
Dreaming like the drowning man |