| Song | Silver Song |
| Artist | Mellow Candle |
| Album | Swaddling Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Simonds | |
| They take my time without question | |
| And fill my days with all their emptiness | |
| And in their drawing rooms they beg my sympathy | |
| But if I weep to solve their silent misery | |
| They save my tears to sell for silver. | |
| The neighbours trespass on my highway | |
| And feed my lambs on every pavement corner | |
| And with their grief inside they're hiding from the rain | |
| But if my sun should shine too loudly on their woe | |
| They catch its beam to sell for gold. | |
| They have me captured in their city | |
| In every living room my dust has laid me low | |
| And well I know the brown earth will be my best friend | |
| And when I'm gone they'll find another way to mend | |
| They'll sell my silversong for tears. |
| zuo qu : Simonds | |
| They take my time without question | |
| And fill my days with all their emptiness | |
| And in their drawing rooms they beg my sympathy | |
| But if I weep to solve their silent misery | |
| They save my tears to sell for silver. | |
| The neighbours trespass on my highway | |
| And feed my lambs on every pavement corner | |
| And with their grief inside they' re hiding from the rain | |
| But if my sun should shine too loudly on their woe | |
| They catch its beam to sell for gold. | |
| They have me captured in their city | |
| In every living room my dust has laid me low | |
| And well I know the brown earth will be my best friend | |
| And when I' m gone they' ll find another way to mend | |
| They' ll sell my silversong for tears. |
| zuò qǔ : Simonds | |
| They take my time without question | |
| And fill my days with all their emptiness | |
| And in their drawing rooms they beg my sympathy | |
| But if I weep to solve their silent misery | |
| They save my tears to sell for silver. | |
| The neighbours trespass on my highway | |
| And feed my lambs on every pavement corner | |
| And with their grief inside they' re hiding from the rain | |
| But if my sun should shine too loudly on their woe | |
| They catch its beam to sell for gold. | |
| They have me captured in their city | |
| In every living room my dust has laid me low | |
| And well I know the brown earth will be my best friend | |
| And when I' m gone they' ll find another way to mend | |
| They' ll sell my silversong for tears. |