Song | Bedsitter Images |
Artist | Marc Almond |
Album | Stardom Road |
作词 : Stewart | |
The subway station's closed again | |
Sleeps beneath its veil of rain | |
My footprints broken trail behind | |
Steals the nightlights from my mind | |
The dark deserted streets then clear | |
Today has lived and died in here | |
So I leave the chapel gloom | |
To find the shelter of my tiny room | |
But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
The panneled patens (patterns?) on the door | |
Chase shivering shadows to the floor | |
Upon the pillow worn and thin | |
The memories of hopes begin | |
The carpet with its flowers and shredding | |
Spires a foot before my bed | |
The crack that won't return again | |
Advancing through my broken window pane | |
But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
The friends I've left back home all write | |
With laughing words that warm my sight | |
Saying "Tell us, how's the city life?" | |
I reply and say just fine (why?) | |
And so you see I can't go back | |
Until I either win or crack | |
I'm standing in a one way street | |
The stage is set | |
The story incomplete | |
But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
zuò cí : Stewart | |
The subway station' s closed again | |
Sleeps beneath its veil of rain | |
My footprints broken trail behind | |
Steals the nightlights from my mind | |
The dark deserted streets then clear | |
Today has lived and died in here | |
So I leave the chapel gloom | |
To find the shelter of my tiny room | |
But it' s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
It' s all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
The panneled patens patterns? on the door | |
Chase shivering shadows to the floor | |
Upon the pillow worn and thin | |
The memories of hopes begin | |
The carpet with its flowers and shredding | |
Spires a foot before my bed | |
The crack that won' t return again | |
Advancing through my broken window pane | |
But it' s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
It' s all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
The friends I' ve left back home all write | |
With laughing words that warm my sight | |
Saying " Tell us, how' s the city life?" | |
I reply and say just fine why? | |
And so you see I can' t go back | |
Until I either win or crack | |
I' m standing in a one way street | |
The stage is set | |
The story incomplete | |
But it' s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
It' s all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |