歌曲 | Glow Worm |
歌手 | The Handsome Family |
专辑 | Wilderness |
Up the snowy spires | |
Where the air is thick as glass | |
Once a year the cold mist clears | |
You can see inside the earth | |
High in that crystal palace | |
I’ve built a sailing ship | |
Mastered wheel of polished brass | |
Sails of gold and silk | |
I pyte the engine steam | |
I set for long citations | |
I consulted dusty maps | |
Said careful, care the glaciers | |
Never in, we’re never in | |
Hearing through my scope | |
I sail deep into the hollows | |
Deep inside the earth | |
I travelled a boiling river | |
Through streams of mercury | |
Under these volcanoes | |
And the roots of ancient trees | |
Underneath stalactites | |
I lit phosphorous lamps | |
Sparks snapped into the air | |
And coiled up the mist | |
I watched enormous birds | |
Diving through the slate | |
As I stood upon the ground | |
In my oil skin cap and cape | |
At last, my anchor caught | |
And echoed through the stone | |
As I climbed and old broke ladder | |
Pile through the globe | |
And up above I saw it | |
A glow worm’s little light | |
And I reached out and caught it | |
In the center of the night | |
Tightly in my fist | |
I held that glowing worm | |
Deep down in the hollows | |
I held the center of the world |
Up the snowy spires | |
Where the air is thick as glass | |
Once a year the cold mist clears | |
You can see inside the earth | |
High in that crystal palace | |
I' ve built a sailing ship | |
Mastered wheel of polished brass | |
Sails of gold and silk | |
I pyte the engine steam | |
I set for long citations | |
I consulted dusty maps | |
Said careful, care the glaciers | |
Never in, we' re never in | |
Hearing through my scope | |
I sail deep into the hollows | |
Deep inside the earth | |
I travelled a boiling river | |
Through streams of mercury | |
Under these volcanoes | |
And the roots of ancient trees | |
Underneath stalactites | |
I lit phosphorous lamps | |
Sparks snapped into the air | |
And coiled up the mist | |
I watched enormous birds | |
Diving through the slate | |
As I stood upon the ground | |
In my oil skin cap and cape | |
At last, my anchor caught | |
And echoed through the stone | |
As I climbed and old broke ladder | |
Pile through the globe | |
And up above I saw it | |
A glow worm' s little light | |
And I reached out and caught it | |
In the center of the night | |
Tightly in my fist | |
I held that glowing worm | |
Deep down in the hollows | |
I held the center of the world |