The Dust Sailor 歌词

	作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	I am the dust sailor
	Drifting deep on the southern breeze
	I smell the cold
	Welsh sinking sea
	Float down through the mirage heat
	Of the south with me
	I comb my way down beaches
	To the jetsome dry towns
	In the grease dens
	Through the reefer haze you call
	With the smoke that pirouettes
	Down the harbour streets
	To the dust track dawn
	I am the dust sailor
	Drifting down through the south to you
	I wander through
	The shuttered rooms
	Down every ravine street
	Of the south for you
	I sail the singing silence
	Of the desert simoons
	I cannot hold you
	In my mermaid painted arms
	You are the smell of oranges
	And distant bells
	In the dust track morn
	I am the dust sailor
	Lying deep in the mirage view
	I sleep with you
	I wake with you
	Down neath the golden skull
	Of the southern moon
	I see a day that stretches
	Like a secret... unknown
	From the bulls blood
	Of the hot afternoon sand
	To the cockerels crowing us
	From hig blue dreams
	To the dust track dawn

	zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	I am the dust sailor
	Drifting deep on the southern breeze
	I smell the cold
	Welsh sinking sea
	Float down through the mirage heat
	Of the south with me
	I comb my way down beaches
	To the jetsome dry towns
	In the grease dens
	Through the reefer haze you call
	With the smoke that pirouettes
	Down the harbour streets
	To the dust track dawn
	I am the dust sailor
	Drifting down through the south to you
	I wander through
	The shuttered rooms
	Down every ravine street
	Of the south for you
	I sail the singing silence
	Of the desert simoons
	I cannot hold you
	In my mermaid painted arms
	You are the smell of oranges
	And distant bells
	In the dust track morn
	I am the dust sailor
	Lying deep in the mirage view
	I sleep with you
	I wake with you
	Down neath the golden skull
	Of the southern moon
	I see a day that stretches
	Like a secret... unknown
	From the bulls blood
	Of the hot afternoon sand
	To the cockerels crowing us
	From hig blue dreams
	To the dust track dawn

	zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	I am the dust sailor
	Drifting deep on the southern breeze
	I smell the cold
	Welsh sinking sea
	Float down through the mirage heat
	Of the south with me
	I comb my way down beaches
	To the jetsome dry towns
	In the grease dens
	Through the reefer haze you call
	With the smoke that pirouettes
	Down the harbour streets
	To the dust track dawn
	I am the dust sailor
	Drifting down through the south to you
	I wander through
	The shuttered rooms
	Down every ravine street
	Of the south for you
	I sail the singing silence
	Of the desert simoons
	I cannot hold you
	In my mermaid painted arms
	You are the smell of oranges
	And distant bells
	In the dust track morn
	I am the dust sailor
	Lying deep in the mirage view
	I sleep with you
	I wake with you
	Down neath the golden skull
	Of the southern moon
	I see a day that stretches
	Like a secret... unknown
	From the bulls blood
	Of the hot afternoon sand
	To the cockerels crowing us
	From hig blue dreams
	To the dust track dawn

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