A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara

Song	A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara
Artist	Fair to Midland
Album	Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True

	作曲 : Fair To Midland, Sudderth
	If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win,
	A bird's eye view of a burning bridge.
	You come through ghost towns set on pause,
	Hoping the risk was worth the cause.
	Whoa~
	Sound off the false alarm!
	Whoa~
	But I'll make my own colleague,
	From wood and from ivory,
	And reap the rewards of proximity.
	I'll assemble my equal,
	From what I lack and require,
	And gather what's left unaccompanied.
	It smells like disaster,
	It looks like a trap.
	So go by the wayside,
	And never look back.
	If you could spare me forty winks,
	While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
	What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests,
	With backbones like a jellyfish?
	Whoa~
	Stomp on your land again!
	Whoa~
	But I'll make my own colleague,
	From wood and from ivory,
	And reap the rewards of proximity.
	I'll assemble my equal,
	From what I lack and require,
	And gather what's left unaccompanied.
	It smells like disaster,
	It looks like a trap.
	So go by the wayside,
	And never look back.
	If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win,
	A ringside seat at the main event.
	Whoa~
	Stomp on your land again!
	Whoa~
	It smells like disaster,
	It looks like a trap.
	So go by the wayside,
	And never look back.
	It smells like disaster,
	Take all that is left.
	So go by the wayside,
	I'll never look back.

	zuò qǔ : Fair To Midland, Sudderth
	If you' re keeping score, then you' re bound to win,
	A bird' s eye view of a burning bridge.
	You come through ghost towns set on pause,
	Hoping the risk was worth the cause.
	Whoa
	Sound off the false alarm!
	Whoa
	But I' ll make my own colleague,
	From wood and from ivory,
	And reap the rewards of proximity.
	I' ll assemble my equal,
	From what I lack and require,
	And gather what' s left unaccompanied.
	It smells like disaster,
	It looks like a trap.
	So go by the wayside,
	And never look back.
	If you could spare me forty winks,
	While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
	What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests,
	With backbones like a jellyfish?
	Whoa
	Stomp on your land again!
	Whoa
	But I' ll make my own colleague,
	From wood and from ivory,
	And reap the rewards of proximity.
	I' ll assemble my equal,
	From what I lack and require,
	And gather what' s left unaccompanied.
	It smells like disaster,
	It looks like a trap.
	So go by the wayside,
	And never look back.
	If you' re keeping score, then you' re bound to win,
	A ringside seat at the main event.
	Whoa
	Stomp on your land again!
	Whoa
	It smells like disaster,
	It looks like a trap.
	So go by the wayside,
	And never look back.
	It smells like disaster,
	Take all that is left.
	So go by the wayside,
	I' ll never look back.