歌曲 | Black Candles |
歌手 | Kae Sun |
专辑 | Lion On A Leash |
(*Kae Sun) | |
On the corner where little Nathan got swept away | |
We lit black candles, people stood in a circle; | |
They had pictures , him with his kinfolk; | |
I read every line of his poetry. | |
On that street I couldn’t gather my thoughts at all; | |
Can’t say I felt sorry, yet sorrow shook my concrete walls | |
Now is he gone for good? We lay him down way too deep; | |
I’m hearing echoes of his favorite song, I hear it in my sleep. | |
How can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
Can we grow old when we burning slow | |
These friends of mine, they never read the signs | |
I say they going the wrong way; | |
They had me accused, they say I take myths to be true | |
When I say theres only one way; | |
And when bloodstained hands leave death marks on your pages | |
When you got no new leaf to turn over, turn over, turn over | |
How can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
Can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
Can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
On the corner watching our future drift away | |
We lit black candles, we lit black candles. |
Kae Sun | |
On the corner where little Nathan got swept away | |
We lit black candles, people stood in a circle | |
They had pictures , him with his kinfolk | |
I read every line of his poetry. | |
On that street I couldn' t gather my thoughts at all | |
Can' t say I felt sorry, yet sorrow shook my concrete walls | |
Now is he gone for good? We lay him down way too deep | |
I' m hearing echoes of his favorite song, I hear it in my sleep. | |
How can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
Can we grow old when we burning slow | |
These friends of mine, they never read the signs | |
I say they going the wrong way | |
They had me accused, they say I take myths to be true | |
When I say theres only one way | |
And when bloodstained hands leave death marks on your pages | |
When you got no new leaf to turn over, turn over, turn over | |
How can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
Can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
Can we grow old, when we burning slow | |
On the corner watching our future drift away | |
We lit black candles, we lit black candles. |