歌曲 | Let The Truth Sting |
歌手 | David Gray |
专辑 | A Century Ends |
作词 : Gray | |
The hour is out of joint | |
Black sun has risen | |
And the river of words | |
Is flowing on through | |
The cages of tradition | |
And they're handing out emptiness | |
We'll take it cos it's given | |
Free with this plastic innocence | |
And these standards of living | |
Questions lighted questions | |
Burnin' holes into my head | |
Hanging like shadows o'er the sun | |
Staring out like the eyes of the dead | |
And sometimes my soul flickers | |
When the wind of change blows cold | |
Over the mire of repetition | |
Down the corridors of rigmarole | |
What i say, what i think | |
What i put down in ink | |
I'm only trying to find a way to understand | |
And i mean no harm | |
I'm just searching for calm | |
In the storm of mankind | |
Do you find it there | |
In the sea of faces | |
That drowns you everyday | |
Or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces | |
Where children and rottweilers play | |
Is it buried in the praise | |
Given so cheap | |
With a meaningless movement of the jaws | |
In the looking glass | |
That flatters you | |
Or in the rattle of hollow applause | |
Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone | |
One pain ending while another begins | |
Lies, ruin disease | |
Into wounds like these | |
Let the truth sting | |
From the hub to the limit | |
Through the urban hollows | |
Out into the poles of the extreme | |
To echo through the numbness | |
Of these godless minutes | |
In the shadow of delusion's regime | |
And here watching the night | |
As it opens like a flower | |
And the day starts to rust | |
Feeling time pound | |
Like a silent hammer | |
On this empire of dust | |
And i'm thinking bout the bullet | |
And the tv screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist | |
And if we're searching for peace | |
How come we still believe | |
In hatred as the catalyst | |
Oh through the borderline | |
In front and behind | |
One pain ending | |
While another begin | |
Lies, ruin disease | |
Into wounds like these | |
Let the truth sing | |
Yeah | |
Let the truth | |
And i feel it from the pit of my stomach | |
Into the ditch of my mind | |
Inside the chambers of my heart | |
As i stare half blind | |
At these walls of cardboard | |
At this space that i've rented | |
At your beauty that is crumbling | |
Though you try so hard to prevent it | |
On and on | |
Body willing, mind undone | |
One pain ending while another begins | |
Lies, ruin, disease | |
Into wounds like these | |
Let the truth sting | |
Let the truth sting | |
Let the truth sting |
zuò cí : Gray | |
The hour is out of joint | |
Black sun has risen | |
And the river of words | |
Is flowing on through | |
The cages of tradition | |
And they' re handing out emptiness | |
We' ll take it cos it' s given | |
Free with this plastic innocence | |
And these standards of living | |
Questions lighted questions | |
Burnin' holes into my head | |
Hanging like shadows o' er the sun | |
Staring out like the eyes of the dead | |
And sometimes my soul flickers | |
When the wind of change blows cold | |
Over the mire of repetition | |
Down the corridors of rigmarole | |
What i say, what i think | |
What i put down in ink | |
I' m only trying to find a way to understand | |
And i mean no harm | |
I' m just searching for calm | |
In the storm of mankind | |
Do you find it there | |
In the sea of faces | |
That drowns you everyday | |
Or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces | |
Where children and rottweilers play | |
Is it buried in the praise | |
Given so cheap | |
With a meaningless movement of the jaws | |
In the looking glass | |
That flatters you | |
Or in the rattle of hollow applause | |
Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone | |
One pain ending while another begins | |
Lies, ruin disease | |
Into wounds like these | |
Let the truth sting | |
From the hub to the limit | |
Through the urban hollows | |
Out into the poles of the extreme | |
To echo through the numbness | |
Of these godless minutes | |
In the shadow of delusion' s regime | |
And here watching the night | |
As it opens like a flower | |
And the day starts to rust | |
Feeling time pound | |
Like a silent hammer | |
On this empire of dust | |
And i' m thinking bout the bullet | |
And the tv screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist | |
And if we' re searching for peace | |
How come we still believe | |
In hatred as the catalyst | |
Oh through the borderline | |
In front and behind | |
One pain ending | |
While another begin | |
Lies, ruin disease | |
Into wounds like these | |
Let the truth sing | |
Yeah | |
Let the truth | |
And i feel it from the pit of my stomach | |
Into the ditch of my mind | |
Inside the chambers of my heart | |
As i stare half blind | |
At these walls of cardboard | |
At this space that i' ve rented | |
At your beauty that is crumbling | |
Though you try so hard to prevent it | |
On and on | |
Body willing, mind undone | |
One pain ending while another begins | |
Lies, ruin, disease | |
Into wounds like these | |
Let the truth sting | |
Let the truth sting | |
Let the truth sting |