Song | The Light Dies Down On Broadway |
Artist | Genesis |
Album | Genesis 1970-1975 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : BANKS/COLLINS, PHIL/GABRIEL/HACKETT/RUTHERFORD | |
As he walks along the gorge's edge | |
He meets a sens of yesteryear | |
A window in the bank above his head | |
Reveals his home amidst the streets | |
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint | |
The smell of acid on his gun of paint | |
As he carves out anger in a blood-red band | |
Destroyed tomorrow by unknown hand; | |
-My home | |
Is this the way out from the endless scene | |
Or just an entrance to another dream | |
And the light dies down on Broadway | |
But as the skylight beckons him to leave | |
He hears a scream from far below | |
Within the raging water, writhes the for | |
Of brogher John, he cries for help | |
Teh gate is fading now, but open wide | |
But John is drowning, I must decide | |
Between the freedom I had in the rat-racee | |
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place | |
Hey John! | |
He makes for the river and the gate is gone | |
Back to the void where it came from | |
And the light dies down on Broadway |
zuo ci : BANKS COLLINS, PHIL GABRIEL HACKETT RUTHERFORD | |
As he walks along the gorge' s edge | |
He meets a sens of yesteryear | |
A window in the bank above his head | |
Reveals his home amidst the streets | |
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint | |
The smell of acid on his gun of paint | |
As he carves out anger in a bloodred band | |
Destroyed tomorrow by unknown hand | |
My home | |
Is this the way out from the endless scene | |
Or just an entrance to another dream | |
And the light dies down on Broadway | |
But as the skylight beckons him to leave | |
He hears a scream from far below | |
Within the raging water, writhes the for | |
Of brogher John, he cries for help | |
Teh gate is fading now, but open wide | |
But John is drowning, I must decide | |
Between the freedom I had in the ratracee | |
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place | |
Hey John! | |
He makes for the river and the gate is gone | |
Back to the void where it came from | |
And the light dies down on Broadway |
zuò cí : BANKS COLLINS, PHIL GABRIEL HACKETT RUTHERFORD | |
As he walks along the gorge' s edge | |
He meets a sens of yesteryear | |
A window in the bank above his head | |
Reveals his home amidst the streets | |
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint | |
The smell of acid on his gun of paint | |
As he carves out anger in a bloodred band | |
Destroyed tomorrow by unknown hand | |
My home | |
Is this the way out from the endless scene | |
Or just an entrance to another dream | |
And the light dies down on Broadway | |
But as the skylight beckons him to leave | |
He hears a scream from far below | |
Within the raging water, writhes the for | |
Of brogher John, he cries for help | |
Teh gate is fading now, but open wide | |
But John is drowning, I must decide | |
Between the freedom I had in the ratracee | |
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place | |
Hey John! | |
He makes for the river and the gate is gone | |
Back to the void where it came from | |
And the light dies down on Broadway |