Song | Pale and Precious |
Artist | The Dukes of Stratosphear |
Album | Psonic Psunspot |
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作词 : Johns | |
So pale and precious | |
Is the light that will shine | |
Out of the windows in her head | |
So pale and precious | |
Like the sun as it climbs | |
Up every morning on her bed | |
If all of her moments | |
Were put down in a book | |
Then I could read it 'til I went blind | |
If all of the tears | |
She cried flowed into a brook | |
Well than I'm sure | |
It would taste like wine | |
Don't care what the others might say | |
As far as I'm concerned | |
They can all fall apart | |
Fade away | |
So pale and precious | |
Is the light that will shine | |
Out of her perfumed golden hair | |
So pale and precious | |
Are the steps that I climb | |
Up to her room so bright and bare | |
If all of the things she said | |
Were flowers and tress | |
Well then her garden | |
Would always be green | |
If all of our time together | |
Fell on one day | |
It would be like | |
Every Christmas there's been | |
Don't care what the others might say | |
As far as I'm concerned | |
They can all fall apart | |
Fade Away | |
Up she rises each and every morning | |
She blows the stars out of the sky | |
And lights the sun with her bright eyes | |
The smell of the pine cones | |
And the sea in her hair | |
Silver Gentle |
zuo ci : Johns | |
So pale and precious | |
Is the light that will shine | |
Out of the windows in her head | |
So pale and precious | |
Like the sun as it climbs | |
Up every morning on her bed | |
If all of her moments | |
Were put down in a book | |
Then I could read it ' til I went blind | |
If all of the tears | |
She cried flowed into a brook | |
Well than I' m sure | |
It would taste like wine | |
Don' t care what the others might say | |
As far as I' m concerned | |
They can all fall apart | |
Fade away | |
So pale and precious | |
Is the light that will shine | |
Out of her perfumed golden hair | |
So pale and precious | |
Are the steps that I climb | |
Up to her room so bright and bare | |
If all of the things she said | |
Were flowers and tress | |
Well then her garden | |
Would always be green | |
If all of our time together | |
Fell on one day | |
It would be like | |
Every Christmas there' s been | |
Don' t care what the others might say | |
As far as I' m concerned | |
They can all fall apart | |
Fade Away | |
Up she rises each and every morning | |
She blows the stars out of the sky | |
And lights the sun with her bright eyes | |
The smell of the pine cones | |
And the sea in her hair | |
Silver Gentle |
zuò cí : Johns | |
So pale and precious | |
Is the light that will shine | |
Out of the windows in her head | |
So pale and precious | |
Like the sun as it climbs | |
Up every morning on her bed | |
If all of her moments | |
Were put down in a book | |
Then I could read it ' til I went blind | |
If all of the tears | |
She cried flowed into a brook | |
Well than I' m sure | |
It would taste like wine | |
Don' t care what the others might say | |
As far as I' m concerned | |
They can all fall apart | |
Fade away | |
So pale and precious | |
Is the light that will shine | |
Out of her perfumed golden hair | |
So pale and precious | |
Are the steps that I climb | |
Up to her room so bright and bare | |
If all of the things she said | |
Were flowers and tress | |
Well then her garden | |
Would always be green | |
If all of our time together | |
Fell on one day | |
It would be like | |
Every Christmas there' s been | |
Don' t care what the others might say | |
As far as I' m concerned | |
They can all fall apart | |
Fade Away | |
Up she rises each and every morning | |
She blows the stars out of the sky | |
And lights the sun with her bright eyes | |
The smell of the pine cones | |
And the sea in her hair | |
Silver Gentle |