作曲 : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
Oh this sacrament, | |
Our lovers vows, | |
You wear them like a holy shroud; | |
And I can't get a word in; | |
And I sit here, leering at you. | |
I'm seeing things, through a young mothers eyes; | |
As a poison sunrise, | |
Is hanging in the sky, | |
And I recognize this road, as the town where you was born. | |
My hands are raw; | |
From digging my own grave. | |
My hands are raw; | |
From digging my own grave. | |
Now its morning in the cow town, | |
Old man winter lets his hair down; | |
And they're burning all in the dark | |
Feels better when there's blood | |
And the corner of the blue sky | |
The slumlord hauls his guts out | |
Said "I did it all for love"; | |
We did it all for love! | |
My hands are raw; | |
From digging my own grave, | |
My hands are raw; | |
From digging my own grave. | |
All your sacrament, | |
My lovers vows, | |
I fucked 'em up, | |
Forget me now. | |
They're squirmin' and I'm hearing, | |
Watch the good life disappearing, | |
I'm left dreaming in the treetops; | |
With photo albums and the hairlocks. | |
Your hypnotizing breathing, | |
I'll surrender peacefully. | |
My hands are raw; | |
From digging my own grave, | |
My hands are raw; | |
From digging my own grave... |
zuo qu : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
Oh this sacrament, | |
Our lovers vows, | |
You wear them like a holy shroud | |
And I can' t get a word in | |
And I sit here, leering at you. | |
I' m seeing things, through a young mothers eyes | |
As a poison sunrise, | |
Is hanging in the sky, | |
And I recognize this road, as the town where you was born. | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave. | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave. | |
Now its morning in the cow town, | |
Old man winter lets his hair down | |
And they' re burning all in the dark | |
Feels better when there' s blood | |
And the corner of the blue sky | |
The slumlord hauls his guts out | |
Said " I did it all for love" | |
We did it all for love! | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave, | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave. | |
All your sacrament, | |
My lovers vows, | |
I fucked ' em up, | |
Forget me now. | |
They' re squirmin' and I' m hearing, | |
Watch the good life disappearing, | |
I' m left dreaming in the treetops | |
With photo albums and the hairlocks. | |
Your hypnotizing breathing, | |
I' ll surrender peacefully. | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave, | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave... |
zuò qǔ : Gilbert, Hagerman, Schroder ... | |
Oh this sacrament, | |
Our lovers vows, | |
You wear them like a holy shroud | |
And I can' t get a word in | |
And I sit here, leering at you. | |
I' m seeing things, through a young mothers eyes | |
As a poison sunrise, | |
Is hanging in the sky, | |
And I recognize this road, as the town where you was born. | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave. | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave. | |
Now its morning in the cow town, | |
Old man winter lets his hair down | |
And they' re burning all in the dark | |
Feels better when there' s blood | |
And the corner of the blue sky | |
The slumlord hauls his guts out | |
Said " I did it all for love" | |
We did it all for love! | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave, | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave. | |
All your sacrament, | |
My lovers vows, | |
I fucked ' em up, | |
Forget me now. | |
They' re squirmin' and I' m hearing, | |
Watch the good life disappearing, | |
I' m left dreaming in the treetops | |
With photo albums and the hairlocks. | |
Your hypnotizing breathing, | |
I' ll surrender peacefully. | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave, | |
My hands are raw | |
From digging my own grave... |