Song | Angels Of Ashes |
Artist | Scott Walker |
Album | Scott 4 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Walker | |
The Angels of Ashes | |
Will give back your passions | |
Again and again | |
Their light shafts | |
Will reach through the darkness | |
And touch you my friend | |
They'll fly in a mind dance | |
And blind you with wings | |
Wrapped in flame | |
If you're down to an echo | |
They just might remember | |
Your name | |
In the unbroken darkness | |
Where emptiness empties | |
Alone | |
There's no starting or stopping | |
Where there is no right or | |
No wrong | |
Well that's all right for some | |
Who can hang the absurd | |
On their wall | |
If your blind hands can't grope | |
Through these measureless waters | |
You'll fall | |
You've been following patterns | |
And fleeting sensations | |
Too long | |
And the fullness that fills up | |
The pulse of durations | |
Is gone | |
Let the great constellation | |
Of flickering ashes | |
Be heard | |
Let them burn with a fire | |
All it takes to confess | |
Is a word, just a word | |
I can recommend angels | |
I've watched as they've made a man strong | |
Oh so strong | |
If your humbleness shows | |
Then I'm sure that they'll take you | |
Along | |
You can tell them who sent you | |
It might help to get you | |
Above | |
You can say that he laughed | |
And he walked like St. Francis | |
With love |
zuo ci : Walker | |
The Angels of Ashes | |
Will give back your passions | |
Again and again | |
Their light shafts | |
Will reach through the darkness | |
And touch you my friend | |
They' ll fly in a mind dance | |
And blind you with wings | |
Wrapped in flame | |
If you' re down to an echo | |
They just might remember | |
Your name | |
In the unbroken darkness | |
Where emptiness empties | |
Alone | |
There' s no starting or stopping | |
Where there is no right or | |
No wrong | |
Well that' s all right for some | |
Who can hang the absurd | |
On their wall | |
If your blind hands can' t grope | |
Through these measureless waters | |
You' ll fall | |
You' ve been following patterns | |
And fleeting sensations | |
Too long | |
And the fullness that fills up | |
The pulse of durations | |
Is gone | |
Let the great constellation | |
Of flickering ashes | |
Be heard | |
Let them burn with a fire | |
All it takes to confess | |
Is a word, just a word | |
I can recommend angels | |
I' ve watched as they' ve made a man strong | |
Oh so strong | |
If your humbleness shows | |
Then I' m sure that they' ll take you | |
Along | |
You can tell them who sent you | |
It might help to get you | |
Above | |
You can say that he laughed | |
And he walked like St. Francis | |
With love |
zuò cí : Walker | |
The Angels of Ashes | |
Will give back your passions | |
Again and again | |
Their light shafts | |
Will reach through the darkness | |
And touch you my friend | |
They' ll fly in a mind dance | |
And blind you with wings | |
Wrapped in flame | |
If you' re down to an echo | |
They just might remember | |
Your name | |
In the unbroken darkness | |
Where emptiness empties | |
Alone | |
There' s no starting or stopping | |
Where there is no right or | |
No wrong | |
Well that' s all right for some | |
Who can hang the absurd | |
On their wall | |
If your blind hands can' t grope | |
Through these measureless waters | |
You' ll fall | |
You' ve been following patterns | |
And fleeting sensations | |
Too long | |
And the fullness that fills up | |
The pulse of durations | |
Is gone | |
Let the great constellation | |
Of flickering ashes | |
Be heard | |
Let them burn with a fire | |
All it takes to confess | |
Is a word, just a word | |
I can recommend angels | |
I' ve watched as they' ve made a man strong | |
Oh so strong | |
If your humbleness shows | |
Then I' m sure that they' ll take you | |
Along | |
You can tell them who sent you | |
It might help to get you | |
Above | |
You can say that he laughed | |
And he walked like St. Francis | |
With love |