The Antique Lyrics

	作曲 : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot
	Dust fills my
	Mouth with a
	Timeless Poltergeist
	Rapping Lightly upon a
	Dusty Door;
	It Locks the
	Days together
	Yesterday
	This Artefact wasn't rightly so.
	Flanked by
	Shelves incorporating me into their
	Lonely Dream,
	I search for
	Tremors lying
	Weeping 'Neath the
	Broken Tiled
	Floor Weeping with a
	Broken Madness,
	Weeping for the
	Day Before.
	Tarnished
	Silver in the
	Cupboard soothes
	The Fathoms of my
	Aching Silver
	Beard; Like
	Shining Eyes scoured by
	A Sour Creaking
	Gait, Cataracts dim the
	Eloquence that wore
	The Shining
	Cloak of younger
	Pride, And
	This was Long,
	Long before their
	Careless Keeper died.
	A Revenant spread its
	Foul Curse to
	Every Living
	Thing With
	Stories trapp'd on
	Yellowed Pages
	By Talismans of
	Poignant Lethargy.
	Tales Twilit bear their
	Ruin'd Words
	To this Ghoulish
	Scenery, Slouching over
	Candlelight
	Extinguished in another
	Century. The
	Grandfather
	Clock once
	Told its Beads,
	While Outside the
	Branches Bowed their
	Windows slightly
	Out of Key.
	And this Downstairs, where a
	Forlorn Clock has long since
	Lost its Faith,
	And a House's
	Stale Breath sighs like the
	Whispers of a
	Wraith. Spiders
	Decorate an
	Appearance
	That stretches
	Gnarled Hands
	Back into a
	Relinquished
	Parlour Game;
	Wisps of Ghostly
	Languor hinting faintly of
	Perique Ring the
	Ancyent Air and
	Fade, Murmuring of
	Things Antique.

	zuo qu : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot
	Dust fills my
	Mouth with a
	Timeless Poltergeist
	Rapping Lightly upon a
	Dusty Door
	It Locks the
	Days together
	Yesterday
	This Artefact wasn' t rightly so.
	Flanked by
	Shelves incorporating me into their
	Lonely Dream,
	I search for
	Tremors lying
	Weeping ' Neath the
	Broken Tiled
	Floor Weeping with a
	Broken Madness,
	Weeping for the
	Day Before.
	Tarnished
	Silver in the
	Cupboard soothes
	The Fathoms of my
	Aching Silver
	Beard Like
	Shining Eyes scoured by
	A Sour Creaking
	Gait, Cataracts dim the
	Eloquence that wore
	The Shining
	Cloak of younger
	Pride, And
	This was Long,
	Long before their
	Careless Keeper died.
	A Revenant spread its
	Foul Curse to
	Every Living
	Thing With
	Stories trapp' d on
	Yellowed Pages
	By Talismans of
	Poignant Lethargy.
	Tales Twilit bear their
	Ruin' d Words
	To this Ghoulish
	Scenery, Slouching over
	Candlelight
	Extinguished in another
	Century. The
	Grandfather
	Clock once
	Told its Beads,
	While Outside the
	Branches Bowed their
	Windows slightly
	Out of Key.
	And this Downstairs, where a
	Forlorn Clock has long since
	Lost its Faith,
	And a House' s
	Stale Breath sighs like the
	Whispers of a
	Wraith. Spiders
	Decorate an
	Appearance
	That stretches
	Gnarled Hands
	Back into a
	Relinquished
	Parlour Game
	Wisps of Ghostly
	Languor hinting faintly of
	Perique Ring the
	Ancyent Air and
	Fade, Murmuring of
	Things Antique.

	zuò qǔ : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot
	Dust fills my
	Mouth with a
	Timeless Poltergeist
	Rapping Lightly upon a
	Dusty Door
	It Locks the
	Days together
	Yesterday
	This Artefact wasn' t rightly so.
	Flanked by
	Shelves incorporating me into their
	Lonely Dream,
	I search for
	Tremors lying
	Weeping ' Neath the
	Broken Tiled
	Floor Weeping with a
	Broken Madness,
	Weeping for the
	Day Before.
	Tarnished
	Silver in the
	Cupboard soothes
	The Fathoms of my
	Aching Silver
	Beard Like
	Shining Eyes scoured by
	A Sour Creaking
	Gait, Cataracts dim the
	Eloquence that wore
	The Shining
	Cloak of younger
	Pride, And
	This was Long,
	Long before their
	Careless Keeper died.
	A Revenant spread its
	Foul Curse to
	Every Living
	Thing With
	Stories trapp' d on
	Yellowed Pages
	By Talismans of
	Poignant Lethargy.
	Tales Twilit bear their
	Ruin' d Words
	To this Ghoulish
	Scenery, Slouching over
	Candlelight
	Extinguished in another
	Century. The
	Grandfather
	Clock once
	Told its Beads,
	While Outside the
	Branches Bowed their
	Windows slightly
	Out of Key.
	And this Downstairs, where a
	Forlorn Clock has long since
	Lost its Faith,
	And a House' s
	Stale Breath sighs like the
	Whispers of a
	Wraith. Spiders
	Decorate an
	Appearance
	That stretches
	Gnarled Hands
	Back into a
	Relinquished
	Parlour Game
	Wisps of Ghostly
	Languor hinting faintly of
	Perique Ring the
	Ancyent Air and
	Fade, Murmuring of
	Things Antique.

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