歌曲 | Cheraderama |
歌手 | The Legendary Pink Dots |
专辑 | The Maria Dimension |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ka-Spel, Knight, Pistoor ... | |
Colliding in the stroboscope... Yes, now you see me, now you don't. | |
Tonight I'm dressed in black, I mourn the death of colour. Hopeless, | |
crying in my wine through happy hour; trace the lines that crawl across | |
my face and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on powder clouds | |
through six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes | |
searching for a space that's warm enough to take them through the night. | |
There's only black & white. Express. We never touch, we only press. | |
Can taste the desperation in your breath, I swear that I'll protect you if | |
you'd only look into my eyes. Choose your masks and raise your armour. Eyes | |
down for Cheraderama! |
zuo ci : KaSpel, Knight, Pistoor ... | |
Colliding in the stroboscope... Yes, now you see me, now you don' t. | |
Tonight I' m dressed in black, I mourn the death of colour. Hopeless, | |
crying in my wine through happy hour trace the lines that crawl across | |
my face and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on powder clouds | |
through six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes | |
searching for a space that' s warm enough to take them through the night. | |
There' s only black white. Express. We never touch, we only press. | |
Can taste the desperation in your breath, I swear that I' ll protect you if | |
you' d only look into my eyes. Choose your masks and raise your armour. Eyes | |
down for Cheraderama! |
zuò cí : KaSpel, Knight, Pistoor ... | |
Colliding in the stroboscope... Yes, now you see me, now you don' t. | |
Tonight I' m dressed in black, I mourn the death of colour. Hopeless, | |
crying in my wine through happy hour trace the lines that crawl across | |
my face and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on powder clouds | |
through six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes | |
searching for a space that' s warm enough to take them through the night. | |
There' s only black white. Express. We never touch, we only press. | |
Can taste the desperation in your breath, I swear that I' ll protect you if | |
you' d only look into my eyes. Choose your masks and raise your armour. Eyes | |
down for Cheraderama! |