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. |