Song | Billie's Bones |
Artist | Janis Ian |
Album | Billie's Bones |
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作词 : Ian | |
billie's tears fall like dust | |
from the air into my eyes | |
seeping in before they rust | |
spilling secrets words can't hide | |
i am standing on the bones | |
of a mound too high to climb | |
selling secrets to atone | |
for a song that is not mine | |
billie's bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie's bones in billie's land | |
there's an orchid in her hair | |
there are bruises on her lips | |
i would worship if i dared | |
kneeling at her fingertips | |
i would tell her how i've yearned | |
to be worthy of the grail | |
all these years and all i've learned | |
is just how brilliantly i fail | |
billie's bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie's bones in billie's land | |
now the flesh of earth has passed | |
now the joints have come undone | |
all that's left of her is ash | |
scattered on the air like crumbs | |
there are voices on the wind | |
stolen whispers, sacred moans | |
you can hear them through your skin | |
and the singing of the bones | |
when the wind blows from the east | |
i can taste her on my tongue | |
and the grave is lined and paved with | |
all the songs we never sung | |
billie's bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie's bones in billie's land |
zuo ci : Ian | |
billie' s tears fall like dust | |
from the air into my eyes | |
seeping in before they rust | |
spilling secrets words can' t hide | |
i am standing on the bones | |
of a mound too high to climb | |
selling secrets to atone | |
for a song that is not mine | |
billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
there' s an orchid in her hair | |
there are bruises on her lips | |
i would worship if i dared | |
kneeling at her fingertips | |
i would tell her how i' ve yearned | |
to be worthy of the grail | |
all these years and all i' ve learned | |
is just how brilliantly i fail | |
billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
now the flesh of earth has passed | |
now the joints have come undone | |
all that' s left of her is ash | |
scattered on the air like crumbs | |
there are voices on the wind | |
stolen whispers, sacred moans | |
you can hear them through your skin | |
and the singing of the bones | |
when the wind blows from the east | |
i can taste her on my tongue | |
and the grave is lined and paved with | |
all the songs we never sung | |
billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie' s bones in billie' s land |
zuò cí : Ian | |
billie' s tears fall like dust | |
from the air into my eyes | |
seeping in before they rust | |
spilling secrets words can' t hide | |
i am standing on the bones | |
of a mound too high to climb | |
selling secrets to atone | |
for a song that is not mine | |
billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
there' s an orchid in her hair | |
there are bruises on her lips | |
i would worship if i dared | |
kneeling at her fingertips | |
i would tell her how i' ve yearned | |
to be worthy of the grail | |
all these years and all i' ve learned | |
is just how brilliantly i fail | |
billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
now the flesh of earth has passed | |
now the joints have come undone | |
all that' s left of her is ash | |
scattered on the air like crumbs | |
there are voices on the wind | |
stolen whispers, sacred moans | |
you can hear them through your skin | |
and the singing of the bones | |
when the wind blows from the east | |
i can taste her on my tongue | |
and the grave is lined and paved with | |
all the songs we never sung | |
billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
piled high and hard to reach | |
and the top looks cold and bleak | |
but i see farther when i stand | |
on billie' s bones in billie' s land |