| [00:00.000] | 作词 : A. Phillips |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : A. Phillips |
| [00:21.113] | At the dusty road's divide |
| [00:23.751] | We took the left fork for a mile, to reach a black cast iron gate. |
| [00:30.486] | And as the rusty hinges yawned, |
| [00:33.481] | Through the trees we saw the path into the old estate. |
| [00:40.823] | Stone lions alone |
| [00:44.322] | Can't keep us out |
| [00:46.499] | While eagles & crows are sleeping. |
| [00:51.249] | We followed the road open mouthed |
| [00:56.627] | We watched as the old place breathed its last. |
| [01:21.558] | Yellow diggers in a row |
| [01:24.226] | Cough back into life and stretch to gulp the dusty sunlight. |
| [01:31.379] | Through the rafters through the brick, |
| [01:33.991] | Chimneys fall and push the past out through the broken skylight. |
| [01:41.433] | Stone lions in rows, rising up |
| [01:46.425] | In driveways and private gardens. |
| [01:51.424] | Stone lions alone, guarding us from gargoyles and long lost pardons. |
| [02:00.796] | Stone eagles and crows flying off to new and forgotten places. |
| [02:10.681] | Stone lions alone staring out into our newborn faces. |
| [02:40.739] | Stone lions alone |
| [02:50.505] | Stone lions alone |
| [03:00.793] | Stone gods creep across |
| [03:03.102] | The terraces, keystones and backstreet places. |
| [03:10.649] | Dust, fossils, and mud |
| [03:13.281] | Perishes into our newborn faces. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : A. Phillips |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : A. Phillips |
| [00:21.113] | At the dusty road' s divide |
| [00:23.751] | We took the left fork for a mile, to reach a black cast iron gate. |
| [00:30.486] | And as the rusty hinges yawned, |
| [00:33.481] | Through the trees we saw the path into the old estate. |
| [00:40.823] | Stone lions alone |
| [00:44.322] | Can' t keep us out |
| [00:46.499] | While eagles crows are sleeping. |
| [00:51.249] | We followed the road open mouthed |
| [00:56.627] | We watched as the old place breathed its last. |
| [01:21.558] | Yellow diggers in a row |
| [01:24.226] | Cough back into life and stretch to gulp the dusty sunlight. |
| [01:31.379] | Through the rafters through the brick, |
| [01:33.991] | Chimneys fall and push the past out through the broken skylight. |
| [01:41.433] | Stone lions in rows, rising up |
| [01:46.425] | In driveways and private gardens. |
| [01:51.424] | Stone lions alone, guarding us from gargoyles and long lost pardons. |
| [02:00.796] | Stone eagles and crows flying off to new and forgotten places. |
| [02:10.681] | Stone lions alone staring out into our newborn faces. |
| [02:40.739] | Stone lions alone |
| [02:50.505] | Stone lions alone |
| [03:00.793] | Stone gods creep across |
| [03:03.102] | The terraces, keystones and backstreet places. |
| [03:10.649] | Dust, fossils, and mud |
| [03:13.281] | Perishes into our newborn faces. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : A. Phillips |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : A. Phillips |
| [00:21.113] | At the dusty road' s divide |
| [00:23.751] | We took the left fork for a mile, to reach a black cast iron gate. |
| [00:30.486] | And as the rusty hinges yawned, |
| [00:33.481] | Through the trees we saw the path into the old estate. |
| [00:40.823] | Stone lions alone |
| [00:44.322] | Can' t keep us out |
| [00:46.499] | While eagles crows are sleeping. |
| [00:51.249] | We followed the road open mouthed |
| [00:56.627] | We watched as the old place breathed its last. |
| [01:21.558] | Yellow diggers in a row |
| [01:24.226] | Cough back into life and stretch to gulp the dusty sunlight. |
| [01:31.379] | Through the rafters through the brick, |
| [01:33.991] | Chimneys fall and push the past out through the broken skylight. |
| [01:41.433] | Stone lions in rows, rising up |
| [01:46.425] | In driveways and private gardens. |
| [01:51.424] | Stone lions alone, guarding us from gargoyles and long lost pardons. |
| [02:00.796] | Stone eagles and crows flying off to new and forgotten places. |
| [02:10.681] | Stone lions alone staring out into our newborn faces. |
| [02:40.739] | Stone lions alone |
| [02:50.505] | Stone lions alone |
| [03:00.793] | Stone gods creep across |
| [03:03.102] | The terraces, keystones and backstreet places. |
| [03:10.649] | Dust, fossils, and mud |
| [03:13.281] | Perishes into our newborn faces. |