Dead Voices

	作曲 : Leo
	Long live our dying friend
	In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end
	Cold now in a warming world
	Still cold as the moment we're hanging frozen in
	Oh, writer of words
	Channel of fear
	Hey, lover of life
	Hater of living here
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	Vibrations reverberate
	In waves from a point in time and a place
	Tune in and you feel them sent
	All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then?
	Go look to his words
	Don't look to his past
	The story goes on
	The players are recast
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	What part of a million could call him a friend?
	But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in
	And if that one is you, then what do you see?
	What would you say to have saved him, oh won't you say it to save me?
	The streets are deserted
	The bars are the same
	One voice of the living
	The town crier is calling your name
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now

	zuò qǔ : Leo
	Long live our dying friend
	In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end
	Cold now in a warming world
	Still cold as the moment we' re hanging frozen in
	Oh, writer of words
	Channel of fear
	Hey, lover of life
	Hater of living here
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	Vibrations reverberate
	In waves from a point in time and a place
	Tune in and you feel them sent
	All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then?
	Go look to his words
	Don' t look to his past
	The story goes on
	The players are recast
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	What part of a million could call him a friend?
	But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in
	And if that one is you, then what do you see?
	What would you say to have saved him, oh won' t you say it to save me?
	The streets are deserted
	The bars are the same
	One voice of the living
	The town crier is calling your name
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now
	Hear them calling
	Come over the hills now
	To your darling
	The dead voices are near now