Song | Vile Excesses |
Artist | Mellow Candle |
Album | Swaddling Songs |
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作曲 : Murray, Murray, Williams | |
Solstice brings the chill winds to an end | |
blows summers into chambers cold | |
dressed as she is in her green and gold | |
Winter moon turns in another sky | |
spun by a ghostly sailor's hand | |
freezing the earth of another land | |
If the winter winds have made you cold | |
can you not be glad they have not made you old | |
with wondering and learning how to fly | |
All that stands must fall to ash and sand | |
struggling to grasp the spirit's hand | |
brings sadness raining from within the song of songs | |
Tell me show me teach me where you've been | |
did you see shadows of unicorns | |
did you wear laurels or a crown of thorns | |
Tell me show me teach me where you've been | |
did you see shadows of unicorns | |
did you wear laurels or a crown of thorns | |
Dance through sadness dance through tears of rage | |
dance for the poet d-d-dance for the Queen | |
dancing for something you've never seen. | |
Rhapsodising pain will make you blind | |
harmonising rain can help you find | |
the way to understand and learning how to cry | |
All that stands must fall to ash and sand | |
struggling to grasp another's hand | |
brings sadness raining from within the song of songs | |
And if time should turn her other cheek | |
it's no illusion to be unique | |
in your own eye is the light you seek | |
See... |
zuo qu : Murray, Murray, Williams | |
Solstice brings the chill winds to an end | |
blows summers into chambers cold | |
dressed as she is in her green and gold | |
Winter moon turns in another sky | |
spun by a ghostly sailor' s hand | |
freezing the earth of another land | |
If the winter winds have made you cold | |
can you not be glad they have not made you old | |
with wondering and learning how to fly | |
All that stands must fall to ash and sand | |
struggling to grasp the spirit' s hand | |
brings sadness raining from within the song of songs | |
Tell me show me teach me where you' ve been | |
did you see shadows of unicorns | |
did you wear laurels or a crown of thorns | |
Tell me show me teach me where you' ve been | |
did you see shadows of unicorns | |
did you wear laurels or a crown of thorns | |
Dance through sadness dance through tears of rage | |
dance for the poet dddance for the Queen | |
dancing for something you' ve never seen. | |
Rhapsodising pain will make you blind | |
harmonising rain can help you find | |
the way to understand and learning how to cry | |
All that stands must fall to ash and sand | |
struggling to grasp another' s hand | |
brings sadness raining from within the song of songs | |
And if time should turn her other cheek | |
it' s no illusion to be unique | |
in your own eye is the light you seek | |
See... |
zuò qǔ : Murray, Murray, Williams | |
Solstice brings the chill winds to an end | |
blows summers into chambers cold | |
dressed as she is in her green and gold | |
Winter moon turns in another sky | |
spun by a ghostly sailor' s hand | |
freezing the earth of another land | |
If the winter winds have made you cold | |
can you not be glad they have not made you old | |
with wondering and learning how to fly | |
All that stands must fall to ash and sand | |
struggling to grasp the spirit' s hand | |
brings sadness raining from within the song of songs | |
Tell me show me teach me where you' ve been | |
did you see shadows of unicorns | |
did you wear laurels or a crown of thorns | |
Tell me show me teach me where you' ve been | |
did you see shadows of unicorns | |
did you wear laurels or a crown of thorns | |
Dance through sadness dance through tears of rage | |
dance for the poet dddance for the Queen | |
dancing for something you' ve never seen. | |
Rhapsodising pain will make you blind | |
harmonising rain can help you find | |
the way to understand and learning how to cry | |
All that stands must fall to ash and sand | |
struggling to grasp another' s hand | |
brings sadness raining from within the song of songs | |
And if time should turn her other cheek | |
it' s no illusion to be unique | |
in your own eye is the light you seek | |
See... |