歌曲 | The Sliding Floor |
歌手 | Bill Bruford |
专辑 | Gradually Going Tornado |
作词 : Berlin, Bruford, Stewart | |
First time I met Angel | |
Up on the bridge of an ocean-going liner | |
She was virtue, vice, and failing | |
Can't give her up now for all the tea in China | |
Here comes a knock on the door | |
Angel face with teeth like a tiger's claw | |
Morning comes she'll soon be back begging for more | |
Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor | |
No use asking me why | |
Some people stick like a downtown Bowery wino | |
If experts, preachers, mystics can't find the answer | |
Then how the hell should I know? | |
Lost in a world breaking apart | |
Angel shines her mystery light into the dark | |
She's not wasting blame on the rich or the poor | |
Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor |
zuò cí : Berlin, Bruford, Stewart | |
First time I met Angel | |
Up on the bridge of an oceangoing liner | |
She was virtue, vice, and failing | |
Can' t give her up now for all the tea in China | |
Here comes a knock on the door | |
Angel face with teeth like a tiger' s claw | |
Morning comes she' ll soon be back begging for more | |
Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor | |
No use asking me why | |
Some people stick like a downtown Bowery wino | |
If experts, preachers, mystics can' t find the answer | |
Then how the hell should I know? | |
Lost in a world breaking apart | |
Angel shines her mystery light into the dark | |
She' s not wasting blame on the rich or the poor | |
Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor |