歌曲 | Gaslight |
歌手 | Emilie Autumn |
专辑 | Fight Like A Girl |
The wheels are turning | |
Broken machinery | |
It grinds below us | |
And all around I see | |
The crooked ceiling | |
The old familiar halls | |
The dirty paper | |
That’s covering the walls | |
The shattered staircase | |
The bed I’m bleeding in | |
We’ve tried to fight this | |
But we can never win | |
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath | |
And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me | |
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
He takes my picture | |
Although I don’t know why | |
His hands are shaking | |
Although I see him try | |
To look collected | |
He thinks it doesn’t show | |
We are connected | |
But what he doesn’t know | |
Is when the guard comes | |
To take me away | |
I will be tortured | |
Until the break of day | |
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath | |
And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me | |
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
He’s at the window | |
He’s always looking down | |
As we are beaten | |
How can this fucking town | |
Not know what’s happening | |
To all their little girls | |
They’ve got the Pirate | |
They’re cutting off her curls | |
And she is screaming | |
They won’t leave her alone | |
And I am dreaming | |
Of joys I’ve never known | |
At least I’m breathing | |
At least I have my wits | |
But when the cart comes | |
Who’s buried in the pits | |
Below my window | |
I hear a horse go by | |
And in the next cell | |
An inmate starts to cry | |
We try our best though | |
To quiet down the fuss | |
We know tomorrow | |
It could be one of us | |
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath | |
And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me | |
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home… |
The wheels are turning | |
Broken machinery | |
It grinds below us | |
And all around I see | |
The crooked ceiling | |
The old familiar halls | |
The dirty paper | |
That' s covering the walls | |
The shattered staircase | |
The bed I' m bleeding in | |
We' ve tried to fight this | |
But we can never win | |
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
If it' s like last night this could be my last breath | |
And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
He takes my picture | |
Although I don' t know why | |
His hands are shaking | |
Although I see him try | |
To look collected | |
He thinks it doesn' t show | |
We are connected | |
But what he doesn' t know | |
Is when the guard comes | |
To take me away | |
I will be tortured | |
Until the break of day | |
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
If it' s like last night this could be my last breath | |
And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
He' s at the window | |
He' s always looking down | |
As we are beaten | |
How can this fucking town | |
Not know what' s happening | |
To all their little girls | |
They' ve got the Pirate | |
They' re cutting off her curls | |
And she is screaming | |
They won' t leave her alone | |
And I am dreaming | |
Of joys I' ve never known | |
At least I' m breathing | |
At least I have my wits | |
But when the cart comes | |
Who' s buried in the pits | |
Below my window | |
I hear a horse go by | |
And in the next cell | |
An inmate starts to cry | |
We try our best though | |
To quiet down the fuss | |
We know tomorrow | |
It could be one of us | |
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death | |
If it' s like last night, this could be my last breath | |
And so I hold tight to any hands I see | |
But nothing' s alright they' re always watching me | |
And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one' s coming, coming to take me home | |
And no one' s coming, coming to take me home |