Song | The Enemy Smacks |
Artist | IQ |
Album | Forever Live |
作词 : IQ | |
Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown, | |
I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone; | |
I give in to the weight of the kick, | |
So weary of waiting and hoping for this, | |
The two of us alone, no-one else to see, | |
I promise not to miss you and no more jealousy. | |
Careful of my gender, it comes, how it goes, | |
Love me tender so nobody knows, | |
Nobody knows the trouble | |
I seen, Each time they asked, | |
I said something obscene, | |
The splinters shower down, | |
I shelter from the rain, | |
Against the grain, against the moon, | |
I waxes and | |
I wanes. No ecstasy sent for taking a line, | |
Right through the stokehold they rip, run and shine; | |
I awake and the feeling won't drop, | |
Each time they slam down, | |
I swear I will stop, | |
The two of us alone, no-else to see, | |
The damage brings us closer to murder, can't you see? | |
Here in my rocking-horse house, | |
I keep the curtains drawn; | |
Inside my little head, | |
I hear them screaming out my name. | |
Here in my rocking-horse room, | |
I keep my eyes shut tight: | |
Inside my peeping-holes, | |
I know that if they're empty | |
I can sleep. | |
Don't you believe her, deliver a shiver to me, | |
Is this what you wanted? | |
I'm haunted, my eyes grown cold. | |
I still got second sight, | |
I still can see at night. | |
Here comes the enemy, the beast in me, | |
Alive a little more, | |
On my hard shoulder, | |
The warning goes deeper than before. | |
I still got second sight, | |
I still can see at night. |
zuò cí : IQ | |
Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown, | |
I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone | |
I give in to the weight of the kick, | |
So weary of waiting and hoping for this, | |
The two of us alone, noone else to see, | |
I promise not to miss you and no more jealousy. | |
Careful of my gender, it comes, how it goes, | |
Love me tender so nobody knows, | |
Nobody knows the trouble | |
I seen, Each time they asked, | |
I said something obscene, | |
The splinters shower down, | |
I shelter from the rain, | |
Against the grain, against the moon, | |
I waxes and | |
I wanes. No ecstasy sent for taking a line, | |
Right through the stokehold they rip, run and shine | |
I awake and the feeling won' t drop, | |
Each time they slam down, | |
I swear I will stop, | |
The two of us alone, noelse to see, | |
The damage brings us closer to murder, can' t you see? | |
Here in my rockinghorse house, | |
I keep the curtains drawn | |
Inside my little head, | |
I hear them screaming out my name. | |
Here in my rockinghorse room, | |
I keep my eyes shut tight: | |
Inside my peepingholes, | |
I know that if they' re empty | |
I can sleep. | |
Don' t you believe her, deliver a shiver to me, | |
Is this what you wanted? | |
I' m haunted, my eyes grown cold. | |
I still got second sight, | |
I still can see at night. | |
Here comes the enemy, the beast in me, | |
Alive a little more, | |
On my hard shoulder, | |
The warning goes deeper than before. | |
I still got second sight, | |
I still can see at night. |