Song | Love in a Time of Science |
Artist | Marc Almond |
Album | Stranger Things |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Baldursson, Johannson | |
Think of me | |
Very scientifically | |
Share your thoughts with me | |
Send them over land and sea | |
They seep though walls | |
Echo down abandoned halls | |
They cling to skin | |
And penetrate the bones within | |
Let me see | |
Your joy and fear | |
Be you far away so near | |
How can it be | |
We never seem to see | |
What we have until it's gone | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it's gone | |
The more I try | |
All the faster you slip by | |
These things are never free | |
But then again they shouldn't be | |
So vaporise | |
Slide to me like liquid ice | |
I long to be | |
The object of your scrutiny | |
I can see into your eyes | |
The deepest blue of winter skies | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it's gone | |
Until we burn | |
We'll never learn | |
What we have until it's gone | |
I can see into your eyes | |
The deepest blue of winter skies | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it's gone | |
Until we burn | |
We'll never learn | |
What we have until it's gone |
zuo ci : Baldursson, Johannson | |
Think of me | |
Very scientifically | |
Share your thoughts with me | |
Send them over land and sea | |
They seep though walls | |
Echo down abandoned halls | |
They cling to skin | |
And penetrate the bones within | |
Let me see | |
Your joy and fear | |
Be you far away so near | |
How can it be | |
We never seem to see | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
The more I try | |
All the faster you slip by | |
These things are never free | |
But then again they shouldn' t be | |
So vaporise | |
Slide to me like liquid ice | |
I long to be | |
The object of your scrutiny | |
I can see into your eyes | |
The deepest blue of winter skies | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
Until we burn | |
We' ll never learn | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
I can see into your eyes | |
The deepest blue of winter skies | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
Until we burn | |
We' ll never learn | |
What we have until it' s gone |
zuò cí : Baldursson, Johannson | |
Think of me | |
Very scientifically | |
Share your thoughts with me | |
Send them over land and sea | |
They seep though walls | |
Echo down abandoned halls | |
They cling to skin | |
And penetrate the bones within | |
Let me see | |
Your joy and fear | |
Be you far away so near | |
How can it be | |
We never seem to see | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
The more I try | |
All the faster you slip by | |
These things are never free | |
But then again they shouldn' t be | |
So vaporise | |
Slide to me like liquid ice | |
I long to be | |
The object of your scrutiny | |
I can see into your eyes | |
The deepest blue of winter skies | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
Until we burn | |
We' ll never learn | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
I can see into your eyes | |
The deepest blue of winter skies | |
Why is it so | |
We never know | |
What we have until it' s gone | |
Until we burn | |
We' ll never learn | |
What we have until it' s gone |