Song | Zen Archer |
Artist | Todd Rundgren |
Album | Back to the Bars |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rundgren | |
Pretty bird with feathers falling | |
Pretty as a lady calling | |
For her pink and midnight lover | |
As she stares into the water | |
And a yellow moon is rising | |
And there can't be no disguising | |
That the pretty bird is dying | |
With a silver arrow lying at its side | |
Rivers of blood, | |
Oceans of tears, | |
Life without death, | |
And death without reason | |
To the whole united nations, | |
To your greatest expectations | |
To the moment that you realize | |
As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow | |
Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies | |
Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft | |
Of the zen archer | |
A man in parts forgotten | |
With an outlook that is rotten | |
And an attitude to match it | |
Finds relief inside a hatchet | |
And he halved someone in boulder | |
Justifiability is in the hands of the beholder | |
And you just don't know what people will do next | |
Mountains of pain, | |
Valleys of love, | |
Death without life, | |
And life without meaning | |
To the promise kept and broken | |
To the love that's never spoken | |
Just as surely as i'm in your ears | |
A dark figure slips from out of the shadow |
zuo qu : Rundgren | |
Pretty bird with feathers falling | |
Pretty as a lady calling | |
For her pink and midnight lover | |
As she stares into the water | |
And a yellow moon is rising | |
And there can' t be no disguising | |
That the pretty bird is dying | |
With a silver arrow lying at its side | |
Rivers of blood, | |
Oceans of tears, | |
Life without death, | |
And death without reason | |
To the whole united nations, | |
To your greatest expectations | |
To the moment that you realize | |
As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow | |
Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies | |
Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft | |
Of the zen archer | |
A man in parts forgotten | |
With an outlook that is rotten | |
And an attitude to match it | |
Finds relief inside a hatchet | |
And he halved someone in boulder | |
Justifiability is in the hands of the beholder | |
And you just don' t know what people will do next | |
Mountains of pain, | |
Valleys of love, | |
Death without life, | |
And life without meaning | |
To the promise kept and broken | |
To the love that' s never spoken | |
Just as surely as i' m in your ears | |
A dark figure slips from out of the shadow |
zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
Pretty bird with feathers falling | |
Pretty as a lady calling | |
For her pink and midnight lover | |
As she stares into the water | |
And a yellow moon is rising | |
And there can' t be no disguising | |
That the pretty bird is dying | |
With a silver arrow lying at its side | |
Rivers of blood, | |
Oceans of tears, | |
Life without death, | |
And death without reason | |
To the whole united nations, | |
To your greatest expectations | |
To the moment that you realize | |
As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow | |
Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies | |
Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft | |
Of the zen archer | |
A man in parts forgotten | |
With an outlook that is rotten | |
And an attitude to match it | |
Finds relief inside a hatchet | |
And he halved someone in boulder | |
Justifiability is in the hands of the beholder | |
And you just don' t know what people will do next | |
Mountains of pain, | |
Valleys of love, | |
Death without life, | |
And life without meaning | |
To the promise kept and broken | |
To the love that' s never spoken | |
Just as surely as i' m in your ears | |
A dark figure slips from out of the shadow |