Song | St. John the Divine |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | The Tyranny of Distance |
作曲 : Leo | |
And when the world will stay the same | |
But your place in relation to it has changed | |
And when the word begins to lose | |
Its power to restore and soothe | |
And when the blackness starts its spread | |
From behind your tired head | |
What taxes now was once your wealth | |
What sucks and aches becomes your health | |
And when the night spreads into day | |
In one unbroken spread of gray | |
And when the darkness fills the space | |
Between the bone and skin of your face | |
And seeps between your skull and brain | |
As input filters through its stain | |
The tightness in your brow contains | |
What poisoned yesterday but now sustains | |
And when the night begins its flow | |
And you watch yourself give up control | |
When what was cold now keeps you warm | |
And you watch your outer self transform | |
And the one you love | |
Keeps the faith that you can rise above | |
But if you've kept faith with yourself | |
You might admit that you could use some help | |
Remove yourself and study close | |
When next the dark begins its flow | |
If clinical the problem be | |
Remove yourself and you will see | |
When next the blackness flow begins | |
I eat your pills, you eat my sins | |
And take me back to prouder days | |
But please don't take my anger away | |
And I don't pray | |
But I humble myself | |
I am on my knees today | |
I don't pray |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
And when the world will stay the same | |
But your place in relation to it has changed | |
And when the word begins to lose | |
Its power to restore and soothe | |
And when the blackness starts its spread | |
From behind your tired head | |
What taxes now was once your wealth | |
What sucks and aches becomes your health | |
And when the night spreads into day | |
In one unbroken spread of gray | |
And when the darkness fills the space | |
Between the bone and skin of your face | |
And seeps between your skull and brain | |
As input filters through its stain | |
The tightness in your brow contains | |
What poisoned yesterday but now sustains | |
And when the night begins its flow | |
And you watch yourself give up control | |
When what was cold now keeps you warm | |
And you watch your outer self transform | |
And the one you love | |
Keeps the faith that you can rise above | |
But if you' ve kept faith with yourself | |
You might admit that you could use some help | |
Remove yourself and study close | |
When next the dark begins its flow | |
If clinical the problem be | |
Remove yourself and you will see | |
When next the blackness flow begins | |
I eat your pills, you eat my sins | |
And take me back to prouder days | |
But please don' t take my anger away | |
And I don' t pray | |
But I humble myself | |
I am on my knees today | |
I don' t pray |