Song | Ballad to an Amber Lady |
Artist | Pearls Before Swine |
Album | One Nation Underground |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Crissinger, Rapp | |
Crissinger-Rapp | |
The amber lady seated at her harpsichord in velvet | |
Room of eastern wonder | |
Gazing through the verdant window | |
Wrapped in arms of silk and sorrow. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. | |
I see you drifting draped in heavy lace | |
Where is this place where you stand radiant ? | |
Your hand hides the moon | |
And you move with crystal grace. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. | |
Mmmm … | |
Stain-glass showering, diamond morning | |
Soft smiling in the shining hours | |
Boughs of henna in your hair | |
Roses in your silent garden. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. |
zuo ci : Crissinger, Rapp | |
CrissingerRapp | |
The amber lady seated at her harpsichord in velvet | |
Room of eastern wonder | |
Gazing through the verdant window | |
Wrapped in arms of silk and sorrow. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. | |
I see you drifting draped in heavy lace | |
Where is this place where you stand radiant nbsp? | |
Your hand hides the moon | |
And you move with crystal grace. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. | |
Mmmm | |
Stainglass showering, diamond morning | |
Soft smiling in the shining hours | |
Boughs of henna in your hair | |
Roses in your silent garden. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. |
zuò cí : Crissinger, Rapp | |
CrissingerRapp | |
The amber lady seated at her harpsichord in velvet | |
Room of eastern wonder | |
Gazing through the verdant window | |
Wrapped in arms of silk and sorrow. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. | |
I see you drifting draped in heavy lace | |
Where is this place where you stand radiant nbsp? | |
Your hand hides the moon | |
And you move with crystal grace. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. | |
Mmmm | |
Stainglass showering, diamond morning | |
Soft smiling in the shining hours | |
Boughs of henna in your hair | |
Roses in your silent garden. | |
Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp | |
Leila, Leila, she loves anon | |
On high fields of cinder sun. |