...Dust Lyrics
| Song | ...Dust |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | When I Was Cruel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Costello | |
| If dust could only talk | |
| What would we hear it say? | |
| before it's brushed aside | |
| Just as it's swept away | |
| It's just the evidence | |
| It's of no consequence | |
| It's only flesh and bone | |
| Why don't you leave it alone? | |
| If dust could only gather into lines of chalk | |
| Around a silhouette detective fiction walks | |
| For it's the only witness that can testify | |
| Can I spit out the truth | |
| Or would you rather just swallow a lie? | |
| Why did they dam the land? | |
| How did they flood the plain? | |
| Did they erase the name? | |
| And wipe away the stain | |
| You kept your mouth well shut | |
| Appeared to turn your coat | |
| Now there's a name for you but it's stuck in my throat | |
| If dust could only mutter | |
| Or in laughter trill | |
| If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill | |
| For it's the only witness that can testify | |
| Can I spit out the truth? | |
| Or would you rather just swallow a lie? | |
| Here comes the juggernaut | |
| Here come The Poisoners | |
| They choke the life and land | |
| And rob the joy from us | |
| Why do they taste of sugar | |
| When they are made of money | |
| Here come the Lamb of God | |
| And the butcher's boy, Sonny | |
| If dust could only gather in a needle track | |
| Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back | |
| If dust could only gather in a needle track | |
| Then it would skip a beat | |
| And all the sense I lack |
| zuo ci : Costello | |
| If dust could only talk | |
| What would we hear it say? | |
| before it' s brushed aside | |
| Just as it' s swept away | |
| It' s just the evidence | |
| It' s of no consequence | |
| It' s only flesh and bone | |
| Why don' t you leave it alone? | |
| If dust could only gather into lines of chalk | |
| Around a silhouette detective fiction walks | |
| For it' s the only witness that can testify | |
| Can I spit out the truth | |
| Or would you rather just swallow a lie? | |
| Why did they dam the land? | |
| How did they flood the plain? | |
| Did they erase the name? | |
| And wipe away the stain | |
| You kept your mouth well shut | |
| Appeared to turn your coat | |
| Now there' s a name for you but it' s stuck in my throat | |
| If dust could only mutter | |
| Or in laughter trill | |
| If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill | |
| For it' s the only witness that can testify | |
| Can I spit out the truth? | |
| Or would you rather just swallow a lie? | |
| Here comes the juggernaut | |
| Here come The Poisoners | |
| They choke the life and land | |
| And rob the joy from us | |
| Why do they taste of sugar | |
| When they are made of money | |
| Here come the Lamb of God | |
| And the butcher' s boy, Sonny | |
| If dust could only gather in a needle track | |
| Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back | |
| If dust could only gather in a needle track | |
| Then it would skip a beat | |
| And all the sense I lack |
| zuò cí : Costello | |
| If dust could only talk | |
| What would we hear it say? | |
| before it' s brushed aside | |
| Just as it' s swept away | |
| It' s just the evidence | |
| It' s of no consequence | |
| It' s only flesh and bone | |
| Why don' t you leave it alone? | |
| If dust could only gather into lines of chalk | |
| Around a silhouette detective fiction walks | |
| For it' s the only witness that can testify | |
| Can I spit out the truth | |
| Or would you rather just swallow a lie? | |
| Why did they dam the land? | |
| How did they flood the plain? | |
| Did they erase the name? | |
| And wipe away the stain | |
| You kept your mouth well shut | |
| Appeared to turn your coat | |
| Now there' s a name for you but it' s stuck in my throat | |
| If dust could only mutter | |
| Or in laughter trill | |
| If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill | |
| For it' s the only witness that can testify | |
| Can I spit out the truth? | |
| Or would you rather just swallow a lie? | |
| Here comes the juggernaut | |
| Here come The Poisoners | |
| They choke the life and land | |
| And rob the joy from us | |
| Why do they taste of sugar | |
| When they are made of money | |
| Here come the Lamb of God | |
| And the butcher' s boy, Sonny | |
| If dust could only gather in a needle track | |
| Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back | |
| If dust could only gather in a needle track | |
| Then it would skip a beat | |
| And all the sense I lack |
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