| 作词 : Hickman, Lowery | |
| We walked down | |
| a long promenade | |
| Down a winding stair, | |
| wide as boulevards | |
| Vines and shrubs | |
| grew between the steps | |
| From the Spanish town | |
| to the African sea | |
| We drank wine | |
| and toasted to the day | |
| When she was the queen, | |
| before the long decay | |
| We drank wine, | |
| slept off hangovers | |
| Lethargy, decay | |
| and forgotten loves | |
| We’d awake | |
| to the BBC | |
| An old English queen | |
| on the balcony | |
| Wander ’round | |
| abandoned consulates | |
| An old broken chair | |
| on the marble stair | |
| And from the roof, | |
| see Canary seas | |
| The discarded runway | |
| of Sidi Ifni | |
| We drank wine | |
| lying on our backs | |
| On the warm tarmac, | |
| in a bowl of stars | |
| Well, I went down, | |
| mostly on my own | |
| Till I was alone | |
| in that shipwrecked house | |
| Through the porthole sea | |
| an epiphany | |
| I would never leave this place alive | |
| I drink gin | |
| with the old ex-pats | |
| We are broken things, | |
| from a broken past | |
| And it comes near; | |
| but just out of grasp | |
| The alchemist words | |
| that would bring her back |
| zuo ci : Hickman, Lowery | |
| We walked down | |
| a long promenade | |
| Down a winding stair, | |
| wide as boulevards | |
| Vines and shrubs | |
| grew between the steps | |
| From the Spanish town | |
| to the African sea | |
| We drank wine | |
| and toasted to the day | |
| When she was the queen, | |
| before the long decay | |
| We drank wine, | |
| slept off hangovers | |
| Lethargy, decay | |
| and forgotten loves | |
| We' d awake | |
| to the BBC | |
| An old English queen | |
| on the balcony | |
| Wander ' round | |
| abandoned consulates | |
| An old broken chair | |
| on the marble stair | |
| And from the roof, | |
| see Canary seas | |
| The discarded runway | |
| of Sidi Ifni | |
| We drank wine | |
| lying on our backs | |
| On the warm tarmac, | |
| in a bowl of stars | |
| Well, I went down, | |
| mostly on my own | |
| Till I was alone | |
| in that shipwrecked house | |
| Through the porthole sea | |
| an epiphany | |
| I would never leave this place alive | |
| I drink gin | |
| with the old expats | |
| We are broken things, | |
| from a broken past | |
| And it comes near | |
| but just out of grasp | |
| The alchemist words | |
| that would bring her back |
| zuò cí : Hickman, Lowery | |
| We walked down | |
| a long promenade | |
| Down a winding stair, | |
| wide as boulevards | |
| Vines and shrubs | |
| grew between the steps | |
| From the Spanish town | |
| to the African sea | |
| We drank wine | |
| and toasted to the day | |
| When she was the queen, | |
| before the long decay | |
| We drank wine, | |
| slept off hangovers | |
| Lethargy, decay | |
| and forgotten loves | |
| We' d awake | |
| to the BBC | |
| An old English queen | |
| on the balcony | |
| Wander ' round | |
| abandoned consulates | |
| An old broken chair | |
| on the marble stair | |
| And from the roof, | |
| see Canary seas | |
| The discarded runway | |
| of Sidi Ifni | |
| We drank wine | |
| lying on our backs | |
| On the warm tarmac, | |
| in a bowl of stars | |
| Well, I went down, | |
| mostly on my own | |
| Till I was alone | |
| in that shipwrecked house | |
| Through the porthole sea | |
| an epiphany | |
| I would never leave this place alive | |
| I drink gin | |
| with the old expats | |
| We are broken things, | |
| from a broken past | |
| And it comes near | |
| but just out of grasp | |
| The alchemist words | |
| that would bring her back |