Song | Translucent Carriages |
Artist | Pearls Before Swine |
Album | Balaklava |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Harley, Herodotus, Rapp | |
The translucent carriages | |
Drawing morning in | |
Dawn inside their pockets | |
Like a whisper on the wind | |
The soft touch of your words | |
Has been betrayed like love grown old | |
Or the silhouettes of children | |
Crying somewhere in the cold | |
The ancient night is coming back | |
The light is fading out | |
The tree is hid in shadow | |
In a fog of useless doubt | |
Go away go away | |
The imperative is drawn | |
All your symbols are shattered | |
All your sacred words are gone | |
The caravans are leaving | |
For the dawn of nothing | |
Lepers carry roses | |
To Jerusalem | |
In peace | |
Sons bury their fathers | |
In war | |
Fathers bury their sons | |
Love is silent | |
At the edge of the universe | |
Waiting | |
To come in | |
Jesus raised the dead | |
But who | |
Will raise the living | |
Every time I see you passing by | |
I have to wonder why |
zuo ci : Harley, Herodotus, Rapp | |
The translucent carriages | |
Drawing morning in | |
Dawn inside their pockets | |
Like a whisper on the wind | |
The soft touch of your words | |
Has been betrayed like love grown old | |
Or the silhouettes of children | |
Crying somewhere in the cold | |
The ancient night is coming back | |
The light is fading out | |
The tree is hid in shadow | |
In a fog of useless doubt | |
Go away go away | |
The imperative is drawn | |
All your symbols are shattered | |
All your sacred words are gone | |
The caravans are leaving | |
For the dawn of nothing | |
Lepers carry roses | |
To Jerusalem | |
In peace | |
Sons bury their fathers | |
In war | |
Fathers bury their sons | |
Love is silent | |
At the edge of the universe | |
Waiting | |
To come in | |
Jesus raised the dead | |
But who | |
Will raise the living | |
Every time I see you passing by | |
I have to wonder why |
zuò cí : Harley, Herodotus, Rapp | |
The translucent carriages | |
Drawing morning in | |
Dawn inside their pockets | |
Like a whisper on the wind | |
The soft touch of your words | |
Has been betrayed like love grown old | |
Or the silhouettes of children | |
Crying somewhere in the cold | |
The ancient night is coming back | |
The light is fading out | |
The tree is hid in shadow | |
In a fog of useless doubt | |
Go away go away | |
The imperative is drawn | |
All your symbols are shattered | |
All your sacred words are gone | |
The caravans are leaving | |
For the dawn of nothing | |
Lepers carry roses | |
To Jerusalem | |
In peace | |
Sons bury their fathers | |
In war | |
Fathers bury their sons | |
Love is silent | |
At the edge of the universe | |
Waiting | |
To come in | |
Jesus raised the dead | |
But who | |
Will raise the living | |
Every time I see you passing by | |
I have to wonder why |