歌曲 | The Critical Distance |
歌手 | And Also the Trees |
专辑 | From Horizon to Horizon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Never beginning, never ending days | |
Days when the ceiling is so low | |
I cannot stand | |
And the blunted knife presses into me | |
Melting in the airless heat | |
The walls close into me | |
Nudging me this way and that | |
From one to another | |
Like nervous thunder | |
Thudding in my head a heart | |
Is beating out the boredom | |
Nudging me this way and that | |
From one to another | |
Like nervous thunder | |
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep | |
And the ever-watching walls lean over me | |
But when I wake I feel alone | |
There is nothing but a vast blank floor | |
And although the walls are watching | |
I can never reach them | |
No matter how far I walk | |
I can never reach them | |
And the knife begins to shine | |
Hisses in my hand | |
Slices through the always blank distance | |
So I can see my hooded girl | |
Swipes through the whitewash nothing | |
That shrouds my hooded girl | |
She walks to me across the furrowed fields | |
I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly | |
And the knife it sparkles | |
Like the piercing yellow mirror sea | |
And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories | |
Spills their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams... over me | |
As I lie on the coral | |
Amongst the driftwood | |
And the ever watching walls lean over me |
zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Never beginning, never ending days | |
Days when the ceiling is so low | |
I cannot stand | |
And the blunted knife presses into me | |
Melting in the airless heat | |
The walls close into me | |
Nudging me this way and that | |
From one to another | |
Like nervous thunder | |
Thudding in my head a heart | |
Is beating out the boredom | |
Nudging me this way and that | |
From one to another | |
Like nervous thunder | |
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep | |
And the everwatching walls lean over me | |
But when I wake I feel alone | |
There is nothing but a vast blank floor | |
And although the walls are watching | |
I can never reach them | |
No matter how far I walk | |
I can never reach them | |
And the knife begins to shine | |
Hisses in my hand | |
Slices through the always blank distance | |
So I can see my hooded girl | |
Swipes through the whitewash nothing | |
That shrouds my hooded girl | |
She walks to me across the furrowed fields | |
I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly | |
And the knife it sparkles | |
Like the piercing yellow mirror sea | |
And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories | |
Spills their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams... over me | |
As I lie on the coral | |
Amongst the driftwood | |
And the ever watching walls lean over me |
zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Never beginning, never ending days | |
Days when the ceiling is so low | |
I cannot stand | |
And the blunted knife presses into me | |
Melting in the airless heat | |
The walls close into me | |
Nudging me this way and that | |
From one to another | |
Like nervous thunder | |
Thudding in my head a heart | |
Is beating out the boredom | |
Nudging me this way and that | |
From one to another | |
Like nervous thunder | |
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep | |
And the everwatching walls lean over me | |
But when I wake I feel alone | |
There is nothing but a vast blank floor | |
And although the walls are watching | |
I can never reach them | |
No matter how far I walk | |
I can never reach them | |
And the knife begins to shine | |
Hisses in my hand | |
Slices through the always blank distance | |
So I can see my hooded girl | |
Swipes through the whitewash nothing | |
That shrouds my hooded girl | |
She walks to me across the furrowed fields | |
I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly | |
And the knife it sparkles | |
Like the piercing yellow mirror sea | |
And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories | |
Spills their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
Spill their seaweed dreams... over me | |
As I lie on the coral | |
Amongst the driftwood | |
And the ever watching walls lean over me |