歌曲 | After The Ceasefire |
歌手 | Marianne Faithfull |
专辑 | Vagabond Ways |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lanois, McGuinness | |
After the ceasefire that they swore would last | |
She had the bright idea 'To hell with the past!' | |
That's where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds | |
The times were never changing sticking to their guns | |
She thought she really meant it, that's the honest truth | |
She felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
The man she married, he was something else | |
He adored the chaos, smashing all the delft | |
The man she married, he was something else | |
He had the sudden notion it's time to call a truth | |
It's time to lead a quiet life for the love of Jeeze | |
Let's sit down together and engage in talks of peace | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
He was Irish Catholic, she had English blood | |
They met in a good restaurant, they gave the secret knot | |
She ordered fish and lentils, he the kidney stew | |
She played with bold impulses, wine turned his lips blue | |
They left in separate taxis to the same address | |
In case someone was watching, and there they did confess | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
It was all the others' fault, they thought at any rate | |
After the ceasefire to put an end to hate | |
She was reaching for her knife, he a fork and spoon, | |
They sat about devouring the poison of the moon | |
Shared a fatal cigarette neither one would light | |
Their breath was flame enough, nobody said goodnight | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
After the ceasefire that they swore would last | |
They had the strange idea of living in the past | |
That's where love lies bleeding licking at its wounds | |
The times are never changing sticking to their guns | |
They sit about devouring the poison of the moon | |
The times were never singing the same tune | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire |
zuo ci : Lanois, McGuinness | |
After the ceasefire that they swore would last | |
She had the bright idea ' To hell with the past!' | |
That' s where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds | |
The times were never changing sticking to their guns | |
She thought she really meant it, that' s the honest truth | |
She felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
The man she married, he was something else | |
He adored the chaos, smashing all the delft | |
The man she married, he was something else | |
He had the sudden notion it' s time to call a truth | |
It' s time to lead a quiet life for the love of Jeeze | |
Let' s sit down together and engage in talks of peace | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
He was Irish Catholic, she had English blood | |
They met in a good restaurant, they gave the secret knot | |
She ordered fish and lentils, he the kidney stew | |
She played with bold impulses, wine turned his lips blue | |
They left in separate taxis to the same address | |
In case someone was watching, and there they did confess | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
It was all the others' fault, they thought at any rate | |
After the ceasefire to put an end to hate | |
She was reaching for her knife, he a fork and spoon, | |
They sat about devouring the poison of the moon | |
Shared a fatal cigarette neither one would light | |
Their breath was flame enough, nobody said goodnight | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
After the ceasefire that they swore would last | |
They had the strange idea of living in the past | |
That' s where love lies bleeding licking at its wounds | |
The times are never changing sticking to their guns | |
They sit about devouring the poison of the moon | |
The times were never singing the same tune | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire |
zuò cí : Lanois, McGuinness | |
After the ceasefire that they swore would last | |
She had the bright idea ' To hell with the past!' | |
That' s where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds | |
The times were never changing sticking to their guns | |
She thought she really meant it, that' s the honest truth | |
She felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
The man she married, he was something else | |
He adored the chaos, smashing all the delft | |
The man she married, he was something else | |
He had the sudden notion it' s time to call a truth | |
It' s time to lead a quiet life for the love of Jeeze | |
Let' s sit down together and engage in talks of peace | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
He was Irish Catholic, she had English blood | |
They met in a good restaurant, they gave the secret knot | |
She ordered fish and lentils, he the kidney stew | |
She played with bold impulses, wine turned his lips blue | |
They left in separate taxis to the same address | |
In case someone was watching, and there they did confess | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
It was all the others' fault, they thought at any rate | |
After the ceasefire to put an end to hate | |
She was reaching for her knife, he a fork and spoon, | |
They sat about devouring the poison of the moon | |
Shared a fatal cigarette neither one would light | |
Their breath was flame enough, nobody said goodnight | |
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. | |
After the ceasefire that they swore would last | |
They had the strange idea of living in the past | |
That' s where love lies bleeding licking at its wounds | |
The times are never changing sticking to their guns | |
They sit about devouring the poison of the moon | |
The times were never singing the same tune | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire | |
After the ceasefire |