Song | The Spectator |
Artist | The Bravery |
Album | Stir The Blood |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Endicott |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Endicott |
[00:35.15] | The birds are up when he collapses through her door |
[00:39.40] | Spilling out in constellations on her floor |
[00:43.84] | Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread |
[00:47.53] | And everything that's left in him to beg her to his bed |
[00:53.03] | He is a nocturnal always alone |
[01:00.96] | They all speak in secret codes that he has never known |
[01:04.61] | In this world but not of it so he watches from above it |
[01:09.18] | A visitor here, this is not home |
[01:14.06] | I am the spectator |
[01:15.74] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[01:21.25] | And I am just a child to a man |
[01:24.00] | back to the dust where I began |
[01:26.50] | I was never even here at all |
[01:30.25] | I am the spectator |
[01:31.94] | |
[01:34.29] | I am the spectator |
[01:43.67] | His eyes like two cats scratching in his head |
[01:48.17] | Begging him for sleep starving for a bed |
[01:52.30] | But sleep it never comes so he ticks the time away |
[01:56.74] | Hour after hour hear them play |
[02:00.04] | The bells go |
[02:01.29] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:03.30] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:05.54] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:07.61] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:10.24] | I am the spectator |
[02:11.67] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[02:17.53] | And I am just a child to a man |
[02:19.90] | back to the dust where I began |
[02:22.40] | I was never even here at all |
[02:25.96] | I am the spectator |
[02:30.40] | I am the spectator |
[02:34.71] | I am the spectator |
[02:53.34] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:55.40] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:57.40] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:59.46] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:01.59] | Chime, chime, chime |
[03:03.77] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:05.90] | Chime, chime, chime |
[03:08.02] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:10.84] | I am the spectator |
[03:12.21] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[03:18.03] | And I am just a child to a man |
[03:20.49] | back to the dust where I began |
[03:22.93] | I was never even here at all |
[03:26.99] | I am the spectator |
[03:31.11] | I am the spectator |
[03:35.24] | I am the spectator |
[03:38.74] | I am the spectator |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Endicott |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Endicott |
[00:35.15] | The birds are up when he collapses through her door |
[00:39.40] | Spilling out in constellations on her floor |
[00:43.84] | Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread |
[00:47.53] | And everything that' s left in him to beg her to his bed |
[00:53.03] | He is a nocturnal always alone |
[01:00.96] | They all speak in secret codes that he has never known |
[01:04.61] | In this world but not of it so he watches from above it |
[01:09.18] | A visitor here, this is not home |
[01:14.06] | I am the spectator |
[01:15.74] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[01:21.25] | And I am just a child to a man |
[01:24.00] | back to the dust where I began |
[01:26.50] | I was never even here at all |
[01:30.25] | I am the spectator |
[01:31.94] | |
[01:34.29] | I am the spectator |
[01:43.67] | His eyes like two cats scratching in his head |
[01:48.17] | Begging him for sleep starving for a bed |
[01:52.30] | But sleep it never comes so he ticks the time away |
[01:56.74] | Hour after hour hear them play |
[02:00.04] | The bells go |
[02:01.29] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:03.30] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:05.54] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:07.61] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:10.24] | I am the spectator |
[02:11.67] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[02:17.53] | And I am just a child to a man |
[02:19.90] | back to the dust where I began |
[02:22.40] | I was never even here at all |
[02:25.96] | I am the spectator |
[02:30.40] | I am the spectator |
[02:34.71] | I am the spectator |
[02:53.34] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:55.40] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:57.40] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:59.46] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:01.59] | Chime, chime, chime |
[03:03.77] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:05.90] | Chime, chime, chime |
[03:08.02] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:10.84] | I am the spectator |
[03:12.21] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[03:18.03] | And I am just a child to a man |
[03:20.49] | back to the dust where I began |
[03:22.93] | I was never even here at all |
[03:26.99] | I am the spectator |
[03:31.11] | I am the spectator |
[03:35.24] | I am the spectator |
[03:38.74] | I am the spectator |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Endicott |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Endicott |
[00:35.15] | The birds are up when he collapses through her door |
[00:39.40] | Spilling out in constellations on her floor |
[00:43.84] | Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread |
[00:47.53] | And everything that' s left in him to beg her to his bed |
[00:53.03] | He is a nocturnal always alone |
[01:00.96] | They all speak in secret codes that he has never known |
[01:04.61] | In this world but not of it so he watches from above it |
[01:09.18] | A visitor here, this is not home |
[01:14.06] | I am the spectator |
[01:15.74] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[01:21.25] | And I am just a child to a man |
[01:24.00] | back to the dust where I began |
[01:26.50] | I was never even here at all |
[01:30.25] | I am the spectator |
[01:31.94] | |
[01:34.29] | I am the spectator |
[01:43.67] | His eyes like two cats scratching in his head |
[01:48.17] | Begging him for sleep starving for a bed |
[01:52.30] | But sleep it never comes so he ticks the time away |
[01:56.74] | Hour after hour hear them play |
[02:00.04] | The bells go |
[02:01.29] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:03.30] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:05.54] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:07.61] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:10.24] | I am the spectator |
[02:11.67] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[02:17.53] | And I am just a child to a man |
[02:19.90] | back to the dust where I began |
[02:22.40] | I was never even here at all |
[02:25.96] | I am the spectator |
[02:30.40] | I am the spectator |
[02:34.71] | I am the spectator |
[02:53.34] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:55.40] | Ticking, ticking time |
[02:57.40] | Chime, chime, chime |
[02:59.46] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:01.59] | Chime, chime, chime |
[03:03.77] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:05.90] | Chime, chime, chime |
[03:08.02] | Ticking, ticking time |
[03:10.84] | I am the spectator |
[03:12.21] | I can see the world passing by from here |
[03:18.03] | And I am just a child to a man |
[03:20.49] | back to the dust where I began |
[03:22.93] | I was never even here at all |
[03:26.99] | I am the spectator |
[03:31.11] | I am the spectator |
[03:35.24] | I am the spectator |
[03:38.74] | I am the spectator |