| 歌曲 | Echoes Remain Forever |
| 歌手 | Anne Clark |
| 专辑 | Terra Incognita |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anne Clark/Reilly | |
| Autumn leaves that collect weight in the ashes of Summer | |
| Are cracked and broken by my intruding step | |
| Foreign thoughts that invade my questioning | |
| Of death's cold cold waiting | |
| No bait will deter the ancient stalker | |
| Whose colour I'm not sure of | |
| Who's walked between this park | |
| And with icy fingers prepared this morbid corridor of bracken | |
| To take my steps closer there all the time | |
| Then your fingers - hard and comforting | |
| Write softly through my hair | |
| All that we're afraid of in each other | |
| All that may die between us without death to take the blame | |
| To play games so unprepared | |
| To dance round fires unguarded | |
| Tears become blood of sorrow | |
| And my pulse keeps time so badly with the tune you play to me | |
| My steps down streets that remain unchanged but change so many | |
| Will just vanish like yesterday | |
| Don't think dark thoughts you tell me | |
| Yet all our fate waits prepared in darkness | |
| And my hand will fumble for the door | |
| Whose handle is too high for me | |
| Whose wood is from those mighty trees | |
| The trees that lay down their leaves so recklessly | |
| My light remains flickering in Autumn | |
| And musky smoke from blazing bonfires | |
| Will rise like incense from the funeral pyre | |
| In preparation |
| zuo qu : Anne Clark Reilly | |
| Autumn leaves that collect weight in the ashes of Summer | |
| Are cracked and broken by my intruding step | |
| Foreign thoughts that invade my questioning | |
| Of death' s cold cold waiting | |
| No bait will deter the ancient stalker | |
| Whose colour I' m not sure of | |
| Who' s walked between this park | |
| And with icy fingers prepared this morbid corridor of bracken | |
| To take my steps closer there all the time | |
| Then your fingers hard and comforting | |
| Write softly through my hair | |
| All that we' re afraid of in each other | |
| All that may die between us without death to take the blame | |
| To play games so unprepared | |
| To dance round fires unguarded | |
| Tears become blood of sorrow | |
| And my pulse keeps time so badly with the tune you play to me | |
| My steps down streets that remain unchanged but change so many | |
| Will just vanish like yesterday | |
| Don' t think dark thoughts you tell me | |
| Yet all our fate waits prepared in darkness | |
| And my hand will fumble for the door | |
| Whose handle is too high for me | |
| Whose wood is from those mighty trees | |
| The trees that lay down their leaves so recklessly | |
| My light remains flickering in Autumn | |
| And musky smoke from blazing bonfires | |
| Will rise like incense from the funeral pyre | |
| In preparation |
| zuò qǔ : Anne Clark Reilly | |
| Autumn leaves that collect weight in the ashes of Summer | |
| Are cracked and broken by my intruding step | |
| Foreign thoughts that invade my questioning | |
| Of death' s cold cold waiting | |
| No bait will deter the ancient stalker | |
| Whose colour I' m not sure of | |
| Who' s walked between this park | |
| And with icy fingers prepared this morbid corridor of bracken | |
| To take my steps closer there all the time | |
| Then your fingers hard and comforting | |
| Write softly through my hair | |
| All that we' re afraid of in each other | |
| All that may die between us without death to take the blame | |
| To play games so unprepared | |
| To dance round fires unguarded | |
| Tears become blood of sorrow | |
| And my pulse keeps time so badly with the tune you play to me | |
| My steps down streets that remain unchanged but change so many | |
| Will just vanish like yesterday | |
| Don' t think dark thoughts you tell me | |
| Yet all our fate waits prepared in darkness | |
| And my hand will fumble for the door | |
| Whose handle is too high for me | |
| Whose wood is from those mighty trees | |
| The trees that lay down their leaves so recklessly | |
| My light remains flickering in Autumn | |
| And musky smoke from blazing bonfires | |
| Will rise like incense from the funeral pyre | |
| In preparation |