Song | Black Box Recording |
Artist | Firewater |
Album | Psychopharmacology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : A. | |
Slung from the hoary heavens | |
With disbelief suspended | |
On a shining pendulum of faith | |
Hanging half awake and dreaming | |
Of burning cities gleaming | |
Beneath a sky of ash and slate | |
And as the fuselage goes dark | |
You're thinking ain't it funny | |
Still owe some people money | |
It's hard to keep from laughing | |
No smoking sign is flashing | |
Your mask descends without a sound | |
Your starboard hope receding | |
Even the sky is bleeding | |
You sure could use a smoke right now | |
And all the people wave their arms | |
But you can't hear them screaming | |
You're floating through the ceiling | |
There's no gravity that can bring you down again | |
It's almost over now | |
And you hope they don't wake you up | |
Now the sun is shining | |
Somewhere the sun is shining | |
But it sure ain't shining on you now |
zuo qu : A. | |
Slung from the hoary heavens | |
With disbelief suspended | |
On a shining pendulum of faith | |
Hanging half awake and dreaming | |
Of burning cities gleaming | |
Beneath a sky of ash and slate | |
And as the fuselage goes dark | |
You' re thinking ain' t it funny | |
Still owe some people money | |
It' s hard to keep from laughing | |
No smoking sign is flashing | |
Your mask descends without a sound | |
Your starboard hope receding | |
Even the sky is bleeding | |
You sure could use a smoke right now | |
And all the people wave their arms | |
But you can' t hear them screaming | |
You' re floating through the ceiling | |
There' s no gravity that can bring you down again | |
It' s almost over now | |
And you hope they don' t wake you up | |
Now the sun is shining | |
Somewhere the sun is shining | |
But it sure ain' t shining on you now |
zuò qǔ : A. | |
Slung from the hoary heavens | |
With disbelief suspended | |
On a shining pendulum of faith | |
Hanging half awake and dreaming | |
Of burning cities gleaming | |
Beneath a sky of ash and slate | |
And as the fuselage goes dark | |
You' re thinking ain' t it funny | |
Still owe some people money | |
It' s hard to keep from laughing | |
No smoking sign is flashing | |
Your mask descends without a sound | |
Your starboard hope receding | |
Even the sky is bleeding | |
You sure could use a smoke right now | |
And all the people wave their arms | |
But you can' t hear them screaming | |
You' re floating through the ceiling | |
There' s no gravity that can bring you down again | |
It' s almost over now | |
And you hope they don' t wake you up | |
Now the sun is shining | |
Somewhere the sun is shining | |
But it sure ain' t shining on you now |