Song | My True Body |
Artist | Angels of Light |
Album | How I Loved You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gira, Young | |
Now I am your mute cousin, | |
young shaved virgin whore, | |
on my prison steel bed I wait for you. | |
So follow me down, | |
I am weeping and torn, | |
put your dirty white hands inside me. | |
These walls they are ringing, | |
with my tortured last screaming, | |
now suck the fear from my belly. | |
The red sea is raging, | |
with my coughing and spitting, | |
my love is bitter sulpher burning. | |
Now I am your mute wife, | |
you wrote your name on my back with your knife, | |
my pain is pointless and endless. | |
I'm your stupid child now, | |
who is shaking with grief in your mouth, | |
and I'm calling your name from hell.... | |
The shining black horse on the ridge, | |
is snorting and choking with it, | |
I can feel the texture of your suffering. | |
My memory's an ocean, | |
littered with useless debris, | |
please stop me now from thinking. | |
The white sun is rising, | |
over the lavender hill, | |
I can see the footsteps of Jesus. | |
So where's my true body now, | |
now that I've been consumed, | |
I'm dissolving inside of your future.... | |
No I am not my body. |
zuo qu : Gira, Young | |
Now I am your mute cousin, | |
young shaved virgin whore, | |
on my prison steel bed I wait for you. | |
So follow me down, | |
I am weeping and torn, | |
put your dirty white hands inside me. | |
These walls they are ringing, | |
with my tortured last screaming, | |
now suck the fear from my belly. | |
The red sea is raging, | |
with my coughing and spitting, | |
my love is bitter sulpher burning. | |
Now I am your mute wife, | |
you wrote your name on my back with your knife, | |
my pain is pointless and endless. | |
I' m your stupid child now, | |
who is shaking with grief in your mouth, | |
and I' m calling your name from hell.... | |
The shining black horse on the ridge, | |
is snorting and choking with it, | |
I can feel the texture of your suffering. | |
My memory' s an ocean, | |
littered with useless debris, | |
please stop me now from thinking. | |
The white sun is rising, | |
over the lavender hill, | |
I can see the footsteps of Jesus. | |
So where' s my true body now, | |
now that I' ve been consumed, | |
I' m dissolving inside of your future.... | |
No I am not my body. |
zuò qǔ : Gira, Young | |
Now I am your mute cousin, | |
young shaved virgin whore, | |
on my prison steel bed I wait for you. | |
So follow me down, | |
I am weeping and torn, | |
put your dirty white hands inside me. | |
These walls they are ringing, | |
with my tortured last screaming, | |
now suck the fear from my belly. | |
The red sea is raging, | |
with my coughing and spitting, | |
my love is bitter sulpher burning. | |
Now I am your mute wife, | |
you wrote your name on my back with your knife, | |
my pain is pointless and endless. | |
I' m your stupid child now, | |
who is shaking with grief in your mouth, | |
and I' m calling your name from hell.... | |
The shining black horse on the ridge, | |
is snorting and choking with it, | |
I can feel the texture of your suffering. | |
My memory' s an ocean, | |
littered with useless debris, | |
please stop me now from thinking. | |
The white sun is rising, | |
over the lavender hill, | |
I can see the footsteps of Jesus. | |
So where' s my true body now, | |
now that I' ve been consumed, | |
I' m dissolving inside of your future.... | |
No I am not my body. |