[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.