Song | We Live Again |
Artist | Beck |
Album | Mutations (International Version) |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Beck |
[00:00.00] | We Live Again - Beck |
[00:15.10] | these withered hands |
[00:18.37] | have dug for a dream |
[00:22.00] | sifted through sand |
[00:25.02] | and leftover nightmares |
[00:29.51] | over the hill |
[00:32.87] | a desolate wind |
[00:36.46] | turns shit to gold |
[00:39.36] | and blows my soul crazy |
[00:43.71] | the end |
[00:44.80] | of the end |
[00:47.25] | we live again |
[00:51.41] | o i grow weary of the end |
[00:58.71] | o hungry days |
[01:01.76] | the footsteps of fools |
[01:05.58] | gazing alone |
[01:08.31] | through sex-painted windows |
[01:12.87] | dredging the night |
[01:16.40] | drunk libertines |
[01:20.12] | stink like a colognes |
[01:23.21] | from the newfangled wasteland |
[01:27.25] | the end |
[01:28.72] | o the end |
[01:30.87] | we live again |
[01:34.45] | o i grow weary of the end |
[01:41.87] | love is a plague |
[01:45.00] | in a mix-match parade |
[01:48.21] | where the castaways look so deranged |
[01:56.25] | when will the children learn |
[01:58.55] | to let their wildernesses burn |
[02:03.29] | and love will be new |
[02:06.66] | never cold and vacant |
[02:25.33] | these withered hands |
[02:28.61] | have dug for a dream |
[02:32.41] | sifted through sand |
[02:35.18] | and leftover nightmares |
[02:39.37] | the end |
[02:41.11] | of the end |
[02:43.64] | we live again |
[02:47.21] | oh i grow weary of the end |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Beck |
[00:00.00] | We Live Again Beck |
[00:15.10] | these withered hands |
[00:18.37] | have dug for a dream |
[00:22.00] | sifted through sand |
[00:25.02] | and leftover nightmares |
[00:29.51] | over the hill |
[00:32.87] | a desolate wind |
[00:36.46] | turns shit to gold |
[00:39.36] | and blows my soul crazy |
[00:43.71] | the end |
[00:44.80] | of the end |
[00:47.25] | we live again |
[00:51.41] | o i grow weary of the end |
[00:58.71] | o hungry days |
[01:01.76] | the footsteps of fools |
[01:05.58] | gazing alone |
[01:08.31] | through sexpainted windows |
[01:12.87] | dredging the night |
[01:16.40] | drunk libertines |
[01:20.12] | stink like a colognes |
[01:23.21] | from the newfangled wasteland |
[01:27.25] | the end |
[01:28.72] | o the end |
[01:30.87] | we live again |
[01:34.45] | o i grow weary of the end |
[01:41.87] | love is a plague |
[01:45.00] | in a mixmatch parade |
[01:48.21] | where the castaways look so deranged |
[01:56.25] | when will the children learn |
[01:58.55] | to let their wildernesses burn |
[02:03.29] | and love will be new |
[02:06.66] | never cold and vacant |
[02:25.33] | these withered hands |
[02:28.61] | have dug for a dream |
[02:32.41] | sifted through sand |
[02:35.18] | and leftover nightmares |
[02:39.37] | the end |
[02:41.11] | of the end |
[02:43.64] | we live again |
[02:47.21] | oh i grow weary of the end |