歌曲 | Within Without |
歌手 | Over the Rhine |
专辑 | Discount Fireworks: A Collection |
作词 : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
Is it because I cannot see you | |
That you feel so free to steal | |
My excess baggage full of darkness and despair | |
While I fumble with my locks | |
You're content to stand and knock | |
Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare | |
Do you know they call it arson | |
Setting fires without permission | |
In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too | |
Though your lack of inhibition | |
Captures my imagination | |
I end up a wiser person thanks to you | |
It's coming to fruition | |
The sympathetic vibration | |
Your train is at my station | |
Within without | |
Then there is your flare for murder | |
There's a dagger in the border | |
Of your cloak and I suspect a captain's gun | |
As you put to death suspicions | |
Kindly kill my fears as well | |
Exorcise and slay the demons one by one | |
Though I'm usually pacifistic | |
You are mercifully sadistic | |
And I didn't know that murder could be good | |
But the roses came crimson | |
Springing from the prison | |
Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood | |
It's coming to fruition | |
The sympathetic vibration | |
Your train is at my station | |
Within without | |
It's calming my suspicion | |
With soothing intuition | |
Your train is at my station | |
Within without | |
Within without | |
Within without | |
Within without |
zuò cí : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
Is it because I cannot see you | |
That you feel so free to steal | |
My excess baggage full of darkness and despair | |
While I fumble with my locks | |
You' re content to stand and knock | |
Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare | |
Do you know they call it arson | |
Setting fires without permission | |
In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too | |
Though your lack of inhibition | |
Captures my imagination | |
I end up a wiser person thanks to you | |
It' s coming to fruition | |
The sympathetic vibration | |
Your train is at my station | |
Within without | |
Then there is your flare for murder | |
There' s a dagger in the border | |
Of your cloak and I suspect a captain' s gun | |
As you put to death suspicions | |
Kindly kill my fears as well | |
Exorcise and slay the demons one by one | |
Though I' m usually pacifistic | |
You are mercifully sadistic | |
And I didn' t know that murder could be good | |
But the roses came crimson | |
Springing from the prison | |
Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood | |
It' s coming to fruition | |
The sympathetic vibration | |
Your train is at my station | |
Within without | |
It' s calming my suspicion | |
With soothing intuition | |
Your train is at my station | |
Within without | |
Within without | |
Within without | |
Within without |