Song | Epitaph (Black And Blue) |
Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
Album | THE SILVER TONGUED DEVIL AND I |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fritts, Kristofferson | |
Epitaph | |
King Crimson | |
(edit by StormFlower) | |
The wall on which the prophets wrote | |
Is cracking at the seams. | |
Upon the instruments of death | |
The sunlight brightly gleams. | |
When every man is torn apart | |
With nightmares and with dreams, | |
Will no one lay the laurel wreath | |
When silence drowns the screams. | |
Confusion will be my epitaph. | |
As I crawl a cracked and broken path | |
If we make it we can all sit back | |
and laugh. | |
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. | |
Between the iron gates of fate, | |
The seeds of time were sown, | |
And watered by the deeds of those | |
Who know and who are known; | |
Knowledge is a deadly friend | |
If no one sets the rules. | |
The fate of all mankind I see | |
Is in the hands of fools. | |
The wall on which the prophets wrote | |
Is cracking at the seams. | |
Upon the instruments of death | |
The sunlight brightly gleams. | |
When every man is torn apart | |
With nightmares and with dreams, | |
Will no one lay the laurel wreath | |
When silence drowns the screams. | |
Confusion will be my epitaph. | |
As I crawl a cracked and broken path | |
If we make it we can all sit back | |
and laugh. | |
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. | |
crying | |
crying | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. | |
crying |
zuo ci : Fritts, Kristofferson | |
Epitaph | |
King Crimson | |
edit by StormFlower | |
The wall on which the prophets wrote | |
Is cracking at the seams. | |
Upon the instruments of death | |
The sunlight brightly gleams. | |
When every man is torn apart | |
With nightmares and with dreams, | |
Will no one lay the laurel wreath | |
When silence drowns the screams. | |
Confusion will be my epitaph. | |
As I crawl a cracked and broken path | |
If we make it we can all sit back | |
and laugh. | |
But I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying, | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Between the iron gates of fate, | |
The seeds of time were sown, | |
And watered by the deeds of those | |
Who know and who are known | |
Knowledge is a deadly friend | |
If no one sets the rules. | |
The fate of all mankind I see | |
Is in the hands of fools. | |
The wall on which the prophets wrote | |
Is cracking at the seams. | |
Upon the instruments of death | |
The sunlight brightly gleams. | |
When every man is torn apart | |
With nightmares and with dreams, | |
Will no one lay the laurel wreath | |
When silence drowns the screams. | |
Confusion will be my epitaph. | |
As I crawl a cracked and broken path | |
If we make it we can all sit back | |
and laugh. | |
But I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying, | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
crying | |
crying | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
crying |
zuò cí : Fritts, Kristofferson | |
Epitaph | |
King Crimson | |
edit by StormFlower | |
The wall on which the prophets wrote | |
Is cracking at the seams. | |
Upon the instruments of death | |
The sunlight brightly gleams. | |
When every man is torn apart | |
With nightmares and with dreams, | |
Will no one lay the laurel wreath | |
When silence drowns the screams. | |
Confusion will be my epitaph. | |
As I crawl a cracked and broken path | |
If we make it we can all sit back | |
and laugh. | |
But I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying, | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Between the iron gates of fate, | |
The seeds of time were sown, | |
And watered by the deeds of those | |
Who know and who are known | |
Knowledge is a deadly friend | |
If no one sets the rules. | |
The fate of all mankind I see | |
Is in the hands of fools. | |
The wall on which the prophets wrote | |
Is cracking at the seams. | |
Upon the instruments of death | |
The sunlight brightly gleams. | |
When every man is torn apart | |
With nightmares and with dreams, | |
Will no one lay the laurel wreath | |
When silence drowns the screams. | |
Confusion will be my epitaph. | |
As I crawl a cracked and broken path | |
If we make it we can all sit back | |
and laugh. | |
But I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying, | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
crying | |
crying | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
Yes I fear tomorrow I' ll be crying. | |
crying |