| Song | The Empty Dancehall |
| Artist | All About Eve |
| Album | Scarlet And Other Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tim Bricheno & Andrew Cousin & Mark Gerard Price & Julianne Regan | |
| Ribbons from your dancing shoes | |
| In shreds and threads and feeling used | |
| Are hanging up our yesterdays | |
| Down the street, the empty dance halls | |
| Due to empty circumstance | |
| All seem to be closed down today | |
| And through the silence | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don't hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of 'la mort' | |
| And love can whisper 'l'amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers | |
| Take your partner by the hand | |
| And dance the ghost of a sarabande | |
| Moving like a miracle | |
| Shoe to shoe and cheek to cheek | |
| Every day of every week | |
| Step by step by century | |
| Through the silence | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don't hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of 'la mort' | |
| And love can whisper 'l'amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don't hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of 'la mort' | |
| And love can whisper 'l'amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers now |
| zuo qu : Tim Bricheno Andrew Cousin Mark Gerard Price Julianne Regan | |
| Ribbons from your dancing shoes | |
| In shreds and threads and feeling used | |
| Are hanging up our yesterdays | |
| Down the street, the empty dance halls | |
| Due to empty circumstance | |
| All seem to be closed down today | |
| And through the silence | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don' t hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of ' la mort' | |
| And love can whisper ' l' amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers | |
| Take your partner by the hand | |
| And dance the ghost of a sarabande | |
| Moving like a miracle | |
| Shoe to shoe and cheek to cheek | |
| Every day of every week | |
| Step by step by century | |
| Through the silence | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don' t hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of ' la mort' | |
| And love can whisper ' l' amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don' t hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of ' la mort' | |
| And love can whisper ' l' amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers now |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Bricheno Andrew Cousin Mark Gerard Price Julianne Regan | |
| Ribbons from your dancing shoes | |
| In shreds and threads and feeling used | |
| Are hanging up our yesterdays | |
| Down the street, the empty dance halls | |
| Due to empty circumstance | |
| All seem to be closed down today | |
| And through the silence | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don' t hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of ' la mort' | |
| And love can whisper ' l' amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers | |
| Take your partner by the hand | |
| And dance the ghost of a sarabande | |
| Moving like a miracle | |
| Shoe to shoe and cheek to cheek | |
| Every day of every week | |
| Step by step by century | |
| Through the silence | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don' t hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of ' la mort' | |
| And love can whisper ' l' amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers | |
| I hear the word for love | |
| I hear the word for death | |
| But I don' t hear any answer | |
| While death can talk of ' la mort' | |
| And love can whisper ' l' amour' | |
| The floor has lost its dancers now |