Song | Progress of Love |
Artist | Joe Henry |
Album | Blood From Stars |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Henry | |
This is the progress of love that I fear | |
You retreat just as my defeat finally nears | |
What's only to lose, myself I volunteer | |
So all of your spoils could be mine | |
Life takes root in the deepest dark ground | |
Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down | |
And beaten like ponies and driven to town | |
Where reason is traded for rhyme | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
The star of my every dream | |
Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard | |
We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard | |
We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord | |
Now here comes the night | |
Our every word now we talk in blues | |
A hymn to the life we're all bound to lose | |
We'd die for more but we still refuse | |
To live without a fight | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
At the start of my every dream | |
We say "never forget" and mean "never forgive" | |
No, never as long as ever we live | |
It offends all our dead to surrender this | |
To even think we might go on | |
And freedom doesn't need to be free when it sells | |
Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells | |
We bet the farm trying to ring its bells | |
While love still goes for a song | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
At the start of my every dream |
zuo qu : Henry | |
This is the progress of love that I fear | |
You retreat just as my defeat finally nears | |
What' s only to lose, myself I volunteer | |
So all of your spoils could be mine | |
Life takes root in the deepest dark ground | |
Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down | |
And beaten like ponies and driven to town | |
Where reason is traded for rhyme | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
The star of my every dream | |
Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard | |
We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard | |
We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord | |
Now here comes the night | |
Our every word now we talk in blues | |
A hymn to the life we' re all bound to lose | |
We' d die for more but we still refuse | |
To live without a fight | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
At the start of my every dream | |
We say " never forget" and mean " never forgive" | |
No, never as long as ever we live | |
It offends all our dead to surrender this | |
To even think we might go on | |
And freedom doesn' t need to be free when it sells | |
Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells | |
We bet the farm trying to ring its bells | |
While love still goes for a song | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
At the start of my every dream |
zuò qǔ : Henry | |
This is the progress of love that I fear | |
You retreat just as my defeat finally nears | |
What' s only to lose, myself I volunteer | |
So all of your spoils could be mine | |
Life takes root in the deepest dark ground | |
Where bones blood and honor have been trampled down | |
And beaten like ponies and driven to town | |
Where reason is traded for rhyme | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
The star of my every dream | |
Some young punk cut a wire, the sun fell in the yard | |
We gathered round it, and we kicked it hard | |
We passed around flowers and wine and we cried oh Lord | |
Now here comes the night | |
Our every word now we talk in blues | |
A hymn to the life we' re all bound to lose | |
We' d die for more but we still refuse | |
To live without a fight | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
At the start of my every dream | |
We say " never forget" and mean " never forgive" | |
No, never as long as ever we live | |
It offends all our dead to surrender this | |
To even think we might go on | |
And freedom doesn' t need to be free when it sells | |
Like ocean waves offered from inside of shells | |
We bet the farm trying to ring its bells | |
While love still goes for a song | |
Your sailor is my lawyer | |
Your seamstress suits my king | |
But you are the mouth of the river | |
At the start of my every dream |