Song | Diamonds & Rust |
Artist | 张艾嘉 |
Album | 惜别 |
well i'll be damned | |
here comes your ghost again | |
but that's not unusual | |
it's just that the moon is full | |
and you happened to call | |
and here i sit | |
hand on the telephone | |
hearing a voice i'd known | |
a couple of light years ago | |
heading straight for a fall | |
as i remember your eyes | |
were bluer than robin's eggs | |
my poetry was lousy you said | |
where are you calling from | |
a booth in the midwest | |
ten years ago | |
i bought you some cufflinks | |
you brought me something | |
we both know what memories can bring | |
they bring diamonds and rust | |
well you burst on the scene | |
already a legend | |
the unwashed phenomenon | |
the original vagabond | |
you strayed into my arms | |
and there you stayed | |
temporarily lost at sea | |
the madonna was yours for free | |
yes the girl on the half-shell | |
could keep you unharmed | |
now i see you standing | |
with brown leaves falling around | |
and snow in your hair | |
now you're smiling out the window | |
of that crummy hotel | |
over washington square | |
our breath comes out white clouds | |
mingles and hangs in the air | |
speaking strictly for me | |
we both could have died then and there | |
now you're telling me | |
you're not nostalgic | |
then give me another word for it | |
you who are so good with words | |
and at keeping things vague | |
because i need some of that vagueness now | |
it's all come back too clearly | |
yes i loved you dearly | |
and if you're offering me diamonds and rust | |
i've already paid |
well i' ll be damned | |
here comes your ghost again | |
but that' s not unusual | |
it' s just that the moon is full | |
and you happened to call | |
and here i sit | |
hand on the telephone | |
hearing a voice i' d known | |
a couple of light years ago | |
heading straight for a fall | |
as i remember your eyes | |
were bluer than robin' s eggs | |
my poetry was lousy you said | |
where are you calling from | |
a booth in the midwest | |
ten years ago | |
i bought you some cufflinks | |
you brought me something | |
we both know what memories can bring | |
they bring diamonds and rust | |
well you burst on the scene | |
already a legend | |
the unwashed phenomenon | |
the original vagabond | |
you strayed into my arms | |
and there you stayed | |
temporarily lost at sea | |
the madonna was yours for free | |
yes the girl on the halfshell | |
could keep you unharmed | |
now i see you standing | |
with brown leaves falling around | |
and snow in your hair | |
now you' re smiling out the window | |
of that crummy hotel | |
over washington square | |
our breath comes out white clouds | |
mingles and hangs in the air | |
speaking strictly for me | |
we both could have died then and there | |
now you' re telling me | |
you' re not nostalgic | |
then give me another word for it | |
you who are so good with words | |
and at keeping things vague | |
because i need some of that vagueness now | |
it' s all come back too clearly | |
yes i loved you dearly | |
and if you' re offering me diamonds and rust | |
i' ve already paid |