Departure Lyrics
| Song | Departure |
| Artist | Bauhaus |
| Album | Burning From The Inside |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Daniel Ash/Peter Murphy/Kevin Haskins/David J Haskins |
| [00:33.530] | He was in his room, half awake, half asleep |
| [00:35.927] | The walls of the room seem to alter angles |
| [00:38.189] | Elongating and shrinking alternately |
| [00:40.885] | Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room |
| [00:45.170] | A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought |
| [00:49.428] | Then came a knock on the door |
| [00:50.840] | And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made |
| [00:56.455] | At first, he thought hed imagined it |
| [00:58.795] | Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night |
| [01:03.134] | But then it came again |
| [01:04.421] | Only heavier this time |
| [01:06.574] | With a sense of real urgency |
| [01:09.275] | So pulling himself up |
| [01:10.635] | And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow |
| [01:13.846] | He made his bleary way across the room towards the door |
| [01:17.936] | And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch |
| [01:23.259] | The latch became a fingertip, touching his own |
| [01:35.696] | Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions |
| [01:42.092] | His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds |
| [01:48.351] | Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness |
| [01:52.038] | His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible |
| [01:57.617] | His final soul is flying with contempt only |
| [02:01.843] | Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternitys stone in peace or save his already destroyed |
| [02:31.076] | You cannot share, the temperature is rising |
| [02:33.883] | The ghost and monkeys make a choice |
| [02:37.624] | This... |
| [02:40.783] | This... |
| [02:43.549] | He tried to will himself back to bed |
| [02:45.695] | He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted |
| [02:52.592] | To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns |
| [02:57.696] | But even wallpaper had become sinister to him |
| [03:00.654] | He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls |
| [03:05.558] | At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside |
| [03:09.145] | And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure |
| [03:13.291] | He would always see his own face |
| [03:14.777] | And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true |
| [03:18.831] | For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes |
| [03:23.866] | Shoes that no man would want to wear |
| [03:26.843] | Into the hills then to search for another searchers closely held goals |
| [03:39.761] | Into the forest under the billowing leaves |
| [03:44.838] | Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves |
| [03:53.244] | The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers |
| [04:00.183] | In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground |
| [04:06.329] | A sense of moonlight and shadow |
| [04:08.075] | All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye |
| [04:19.982] | Alas, white cold |
| [04:23.161] | Alas, rainbows middle infinitys destination. |
| [04:30.612] | All lifes drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Daniel Ash Peter Murphy Kevin Haskins David J Haskins |
| [00:33.530] | He was in his room, half awake, half asleep |
| [00:35.927] | The walls of the room seem to alter angles |
| [00:38.189] | Elongating and shrinking alternately |
| [00:40.885] | Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room |
| [00:45.170] | A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought |
| [00:49.428] | Then came a knock on the door |
| [00:50.840] | And this sound was the same darkbrown tone as the wood of which the door was made |
| [00:56.455] | At first, he thought hed imagined it |
| [00:58.795] | Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night |
| [01:03.134] | But then it came again |
| [01:04.421] | Only heavier this time |
| [01:06.574] | With a sense of real urgency |
| [01:09.275] | So pulling himself up |
| [01:10.635] | And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow |
| [01:13.846] | He made his bleary way across the room towards the door |
| [01:17.936] | And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch |
| [01:23.259] | The latch became a fingertip, touching his own |
| [01:35.696] | Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions |
| [01:42.092] | His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds |
| [01:48.351] | Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness |
| [01:52.038] | His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible |
| [01:57.617] | His final soul is flying with contempt only |
| [02:01.843] | Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternitys stone in peace or save his already destroyed |
| [02:31.076] | You cannot share, the temperature is rising |
| [02:33.883] | The ghost and monkeys make a choice |
| [02:37.624] | This... |
| [02:40.783] | This... |
| [02:43.549] | He tried to will himself back to bed |
| [02:45.695] | He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted |
| [02:52.592] | To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns |
| [02:57.696] | But even wallpaper had become sinister to him |
| [03:00.654] | He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls |
| [03:05.558] | At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside |
| [03:09.145] | And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure |
| [03:13.291] | He would always see his own face |
| [03:14.777] | And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true |
| [03:18.831] | For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes |
| [03:23.866] | Shoes that no man would want to wear |
| [03:26.843] | Into the hills then to search for another searchers closely held goals |
| [03:39.761] | Into the forest under the billowing leaves |
| [03:44.838] | Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves |
| [03:53.244] | The preaching alphabutics, the longlost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers |
| [04:00.183] | In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground |
| [04:06.329] | A sense of moonlight and shadow |
| [04:08.075] | All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye |
| [04:19.982] | Alas, white cold |
| [04:23.161] | Alas, rainbows middle infinitys destination. |
| [04:30.612] | All lifes drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Daniel Ash Peter Murphy Kevin Haskins David J Haskins |
| [00:33.530] | He was in his room, half awake, half asleep |
| [00:35.927] | The walls of the room seem to alter angles |
| [00:38.189] | Elongating and shrinking alternately |
| [00:40.885] | Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room |
| [00:45.170] | A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought |
| [00:49.428] | Then came a knock on the door |
| [00:50.840] | And this sound was the same darkbrown tone as the wood of which the door was made |
| [00:56.455] | At first, he thought hed imagined it |
| [00:58.795] | Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night |
| [01:03.134] | But then it came again |
| [01:04.421] | Only heavier this time |
| [01:06.574] | With a sense of real urgency |
| [01:09.275] | So pulling himself up |
| [01:10.635] | And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow |
| [01:13.846] | He made his bleary way across the room towards the door |
| [01:17.936] | And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch |
| [01:23.259] | The latch became a fingertip, touching his own |
| [01:35.696] | Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions |
| [01:42.092] | His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds |
| [01:48.351] | Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness |
| [01:52.038] | His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible |
| [01:57.617] | His final soul is flying with contempt only |
| [02:01.843] | Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternitys stone in peace or save his already destroyed |
| [02:31.076] | You cannot share, the temperature is rising |
| [02:33.883] | The ghost and monkeys make a choice |
| [02:37.624] | This... |
| [02:40.783] | This... |
| [02:43.549] | He tried to will himself back to bed |
| [02:45.695] | He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted |
| [02:52.592] | To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns |
| [02:57.696] | But even wallpaper had become sinister to him |
| [03:00.654] | He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls |
| [03:05.558] | At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside |
| [03:09.145] | And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure |
| [03:13.291] | He would always see his own face |
| [03:14.777] | And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true |
| [03:18.831] | For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes |
| [03:23.866] | Shoes that no man would want to wear |
| [03:26.843] | Into the hills then to search for another searchers closely held goals |
| [03:39.761] | Into the forest under the billowing leaves |
| [03:44.838] | Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves |
| [03:53.244] | The preaching alphabutics, the longlost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers |
| [04:00.183] | In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground |
| [04:06.329] | A sense of moonlight and shadow |
| [04:08.075] | All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye |
| [04:19.982] | Alas, white cold |
| [04:23.161] | Alas, rainbows middle infinitys destination. |
| [04:30.612] | All lifes drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded |
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