On The Death Of The Waters

	作曲 : Meiburg
	From the wreck of the ark
	To the fading day of our star
	The light races
	The light drags
	The moon rises
	The moon sags
	Over the rolling waves
	And your hands on the balcony
	As a spine pricks the world
	And a shudder deep is unheard
	But you feel it
	Oh my God
	As the spindle flies apart
	Turn your bow to the biggest wave
	But your angel's on holiday
	And that wave rises slowly and breaks

	zuò qǔ : Meiburg
	From the wreck of the ark
	To the fading day of our star
	The light races
	The light drags
	The moon rises
	The moon sags
	Over the rolling waves
	And your hands on the balcony
	As a spine pricks the world
	And a shudder deep is unheard
	But you feel it
	Oh my God
	As the spindle flies apart
	Turn your bow to the biggest wave
	But your angel' s on holiday
	And that wave rises slowly and breaks