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zuò cí : yáng yǒng cōng James Yang |
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zuò qǔ : yáng yǒng cōng James Yang |
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I' ve been shielding my possessions from the everpouring rain, |
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God damn these city streets, I' ve been worndown in their grain, |
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I' ve been chasing warm magenta in this world so colourless, |
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I' ve been taking in the graces of your complete incompleteness. |
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And somewhere in the darkness, there' s a small glow, |
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Blow the embers darling watch this flame grow, |
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We' ll raze their hopes and dreams to the ground, |
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Let' s burn these castles down. |
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I' ve been sitting lonely on the roof, the rain has been tumbling down, |
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Hear the rolling thunder rumbling way off over town, |
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I' ve been sitting slowly rotting from the wet in this sodden air, |
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Never able to get dry, I' m stuck fast, I' m going nowhere. |
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I was taking my possessions from the old ladies next door, |
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In the twilight of their winter years, they don' t need them much no more, |
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I' ve been closer, closer to the edge, it' s been brinkmanship at its best, |
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I' ve given them everything I' ve got, but they' ve given me nothing back. |