歌曲 | Golden Country Kingdom |
歌手 | Pete Brown & Piblokto! |
专辑 | Things May Come and Things May Go, But The Art School Dance Goes On Forever |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The hour that the forest puts the lake to bed | |
She rises to the surface, swims through the darkness in my head | |
The crate with next year's promises arrived in another town | |
And the leaves I can't remember are slowly turning brown… | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
The rose it swings and dies | |
By the time we all come home the predictable successes | |
Hope to find the courage made of last year's evening dresses | |
Oh the sparkle and the laughter that echoes round the tables | |
And the trees remember little birds they murdered in the fables… | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies | |
When winter calls the summer liar and freezes up its feet | |
I can't afford her kisses, I stood in lines I can't repeat | |
And now the diamond wagons have reached their destination | |
And the piper calls the tunes back from the benches in the station | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies | |
The smoky trails when sky men ride the slashing silver swords | |
And now the mangles of the bride, whitely armoured laws | |
Half-naked trees the last notes fall like coins on plates of grief | |
And to stop this sudden sorrow and to bring me quick relief | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies |
The hour that the forest puts the lake to bed | |
She rises to the surface, swims through the darkness in my head | |
The crate with next year' s promises arrived in another town | |
And the leaves I can' t remember are slowly turning brown | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
The rose it swings and dies | |
By the time we all come home the predictable successes | |
Hope to find the courage made of last year' s evening dresses | |
Oh the sparkle and the laughter that echoes round the tables | |
And the trees remember little birds they murdered in the fables | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies | |
When winter calls the summer liar and freezes up its feet | |
I can' t afford her kisses, I stood in lines I can' t repeat | |
And now the diamond wagons have reached their destination | |
And the piper calls the tunes back from the benches in the station | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies | |
The smoky trails when sky men ride the slashing silver swords | |
And now the mangles of the bride, whitely armoured laws | |
Halfnaked trees the last notes fall like coins on plates of grief | |
And to stop this sudden sorrow and to bring me quick relief | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies |
The hour that the forest puts the lake to bed | |
She rises to the surface, swims through the darkness in my head | |
The crate with next year' s promises arrived in another town | |
And the leaves I can' t remember are slowly turning brown | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
The rose it swings and dies | |
By the time we all come home the predictable successes | |
Hope to find the courage made of last year' s evening dresses | |
Oh the sparkle and the laughter that echoes round the tables | |
And the trees remember little birds they murdered in the fables | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies | |
When winter calls the summer liar and freezes up its feet | |
I can' t afford her kisses, I stood in lines I can' t repeat | |
And now the diamond wagons have reached their destination | |
And the piper calls the tunes back from the benches in the station | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies | |
The smoky trails when sky men ride the slashing silver swords | |
And now the mangles of the bride, whitely armoured laws | |
Halfnaked trees the last notes fall like coins on plates of grief | |
And to stop this sudden sorrow and to bring me quick relief | |
Far from the skies | |
Away from her eyes | |
The golden country kingdom | |
A rose it swings and dies |