歌曲 | Sleeper In Metropolis |
歌手 | Anne Clark |
专辑 | The Very Best Of |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clark, Harrow | |
As a sleeper in metropolis | |
You are insignificance | |
Dreams become entangled in the system | |
Environment moves over the sleeper | |
Conditioned air | |
Conditions sedated breathing | |
The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh | |
Soft and warm | |
But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night | |
Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams | |
We fight our insignificance | |
The harder we fight | |
The higher the wall | |
Outside, the cancerous city spreads | |
Like an illness | |
Its symptoms | |
In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations | |
Tailed by the silent spotlights | |
Of society-created paranoia | |
No alternative could grow | |
Where love cannot take root | |
No shadows will replace | |
The warmth of your contact | |
Love is dead in metropolis | |
All contact through glove or partition | |
What a waste | |
The city | |
A wasting disease |
zuo qu : Clark, Harrow | |
As a sleeper in metropolis | |
You are insignificance | |
Dreams become entangled in the system | |
Environment moves over the sleeper | |
Conditioned air | |
Conditions sedated breathing | |
The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh | |
Soft and warm | |
But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night | |
Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams | |
We fight our insignificance | |
The harder we fight | |
The higher the wall | |
Outside, the cancerous city spreads | |
Like an illness | |
Its symptoms | |
In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations | |
Tailed by the silent spotlights | |
Of societycreated paranoia | |
No alternative could grow | |
Where love cannot take root | |
No shadows will replace | |
The warmth of your contact | |
Love is dead in metropolis | |
All contact through glove or partition | |
What a waste | |
The city | |
A wasting disease |
zuò qǔ : Clark, Harrow | |
As a sleeper in metropolis | |
You are insignificance | |
Dreams become entangled in the system | |
Environment moves over the sleeper | |
Conditioned air | |
Conditions sedated breathing | |
The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh | |
Soft and warm | |
But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night | |
Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams | |
We fight our insignificance | |
The harder we fight | |
The higher the wall | |
Outside, the cancerous city spreads | |
Like an illness | |
Its symptoms | |
In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations | |
Tailed by the silent spotlights | |
Of societycreated paranoia | |
No alternative could grow | |
Where love cannot take root | |
No shadows will replace | |
The warmth of your contact | |
Love is dead in metropolis | |
All contact through glove or partition | |
What a waste | |
The city | |
A wasting disease |