歌曲 | The Librarian |
歌手 | Nine Horses |
专辑 | Snow Borne Sorrow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Friedman, Sylvian | |
Keep you head down | |
Keep you head down | |
While they're firing low | |
You're too young child | |
To know the difference | |
Oh my pretty | |
Oh my sweet girl | |
It's a marvelous place | |
They put weights down | |
In your coat tails to burn you out | |
Lest you fly | |
Lest you take off | |
And show whomever what's what. | |
It's one outrageous lie after another | |
Turn their lights out | |
Change the channel | |
Before we lose the heart | |
To fight against belief in what they're saying | |
There's a hotel | |
With a dark room | |
At the end of a corridor | |
I will meet you | |
To the strains of Allah | |
We will lie back | |
On a pillow of the whitest snow | |
And the silence we were promised | |
Will engulf us | |
Lay your head down | |
Keep your head down | |
While they're firing low | |
You're too young child | |
You're too young child | |
We will wake up | |
From the dreams that bury us | |
We will tunnel our way out | |
By moonlight | |
From the dark room | |
To the white streets and the snow banks | |
We'll invest in one another's future | |
Oh my pretty | |
Oh my sweet girl | |
It's a marvelous place | |
She designed it | |
With escape routes | |
For you and me | |
So to the library | |
With your new card | |
Grab your favorite books | |
Look for blueprints | |
To the strains of Allah | |
Here we go??. | |
Benevolence is in back | |
Of everyplace you look | |
It's not a monstrous face she is hiding | |
If I see her | |
I will tell you | |
You'll come quickly | |
If you see her | |
Don't hesitate just go | |
But til then | |
Keep your head down | |
Keep your head down | |
While they're firing low | |
You're too young child | |
You're too young child | |
You're too young child | |
Here we go?? |
zuo qu : Friedman, Sylvian | |
Keep you head down | |
Keep you head down | |
While they' re firing low | |
You' re too young child | |
To know the difference | |
Oh my pretty | |
Oh my sweet girl | |
It' s a marvelous place | |
They put weights down | |
In your coat tails to burn you out | |
Lest you fly | |
Lest you take off | |
And show whomever what' s what. | |
It' s one outrageous lie after another | |
Turn their lights out | |
Change the channel | |
Before we lose the heart | |
To fight against belief in what they' re saying | |
There' s a hotel | |
With a dark room | |
At the end of a corridor | |
I will meet you | |
To the strains of Allah | |
We will lie back | |
On a pillow of the whitest snow | |
And the silence we were promised | |
Will engulf us | |
Lay your head down | |
Keep your head down | |
While they' re firing low | |
You' re too young child | |
You' re too young child | |
We will wake up | |
From the dreams that bury us | |
We will tunnel our way out | |
By moonlight | |
From the dark room | |
To the white streets and the snow banks | |
We' ll invest in one another' s future | |
Oh my pretty | |
Oh my sweet girl | |
It' s a marvelous place | |
She designed it | |
With escape routes | |
For you and me | |
So to the library | |
With your new card | |
Grab your favorite books | |
Look for blueprints | |
To the strains of Allah | |
Here we go??. | |
Benevolence is in back | |
Of everyplace you look | |
It' s not a monstrous face she is hiding | |
If I see her | |
I will tell you | |
You' ll come quickly | |
If you see her | |
Don' t hesitate just go | |
But til then | |
Keep your head down | |
Keep your head down | |
While they' re firing low | |
You' re too young child | |
You' re too young child | |
You' re too young child | |
Here we go?? |
zuò qǔ : Friedman, Sylvian | |
Keep you head down | |
Keep you head down | |
While they' re firing low | |
You' re too young child | |
To know the difference | |
Oh my pretty | |
Oh my sweet girl | |
It' s a marvelous place | |
They put weights down | |
In your coat tails to burn you out | |
Lest you fly | |
Lest you take off | |
And show whomever what' s what. | |
It' s one outrageous lie after another | |
Turn their lights out | |
Change the channel | |
Before we lose the heart | |
To fight against belief in what they' re saying | |
There' s a hotel | |
With a dark room | |
At the end of a corridor | |
I will meet you | |
To the strains of Allah | |
We will lie back | |
On a pillow of the whitest snow | |
And the silence we were promised | |
Will engulf us | |
Lay your head down | |
Keep your head down | |
While they' re firing low | |
You' re too young child | |
You' re too young child | |
We will wake up | |
From the dreams that bury us | |
We will tunnel our way out | |
By moonlight | |
From the dark room | |
To the white streets and the snow banks | |
We' ll invest in one another' s future | |
Oh my pretty | |
Oh my sweet girl | |
It' s a marvelous place | |
She designed it | |
With escape routes | |
For you and me | |
So to the library | |
With your new card | |
Grab your favorite books | |
Look for blueprints | |
To the strains of Allah | |
Here we go??. | |
Benevolence is in back | |
Of everyplace you look | |
It' s not a monstrous face she is hiding | |
If I see her | |
I will tell you | |
You' ll come quickly | |
If you see her | |
Don' t hesitate just go | |
But til then | |
Keep your head down | |
Keep your head down | |
While they' re firing low | |
You' re too young child | |
You' re too young child | |
You' re too young child | |
Here we go?? |