Song | She Came and She Touched Me - Live |
Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
Album | Live At The Old Quarter, Houston, Texas |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
She came and she touched me | |
With hands made of heaven | |
Reflections sent spinnin' | |
Through a face laced in mist | |
Now i stand where she left me | |
Buried deep 'neath her shadow | |
And the mirror plead sadly | |
Does it all come to this | |
And i wonder: will she call my name? | |
The wind careens madly | |
Through wide windows paneless | |
Fragrancies mingle | |
In a room full of shade | |
The peons pick partners | |
And waltz cross the ceilings | |
But the violins whisper | |
That i've been betrayed | |
Tryin not to look ashamed | |
The drunkards drink deeply | |
From cups full of nothingness | |
Ghost lovers laugh | |
At the games that they play | |
The moments do somersaults | |
Into eternity | |
Cling to their coattails | |
And beg them to stay | |
Saying i got nothing to hide | |
Illusions projected | |
On walls made of tiffany | |
Mad men you adds to | |
A sad satin song | |
A harlequin mandolins | |
Harmonize helplessly | |
Hoping that endlessly | |
Won't last for long | |
Praying that their god ain't dying | |
Then i turn and i see her | |
In a dress made of moonlight | |
Teardrops like diamonds | |
Run slow down her face | |
Her arms surround me | |
Like chains made of velvet | |
And the demons fall faithfully | |
Into their place | |
And the rivers run with jewels | |
Now the morning lies open | |
The night went quite quickly | |
Memory harmlessly | |
Fractures and fades | |
All the poets do push-ups | |
On carpets of rubber foam | |
Loudly they laugh | |
At some joke that's been made | |
And the wise men speak like fools |
zuo ci : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
She came and she touched me | |
With hands made of heaven | |
Reflections sent spinnin' | |
Through a face laced in mist | |
Now i stand where she left me | |
Buried deep ' neath her shadow | |
And the mirror plead sadly | |
Does it all come to this | |
And i wonder: will she call my name? | |
The wind careens madly | |
Through wide windows paneless | |
Fragrancies mingle | |
In a room full of shade | |
The peons pick partners | |
And waltz cross the ceilings | |
But the violins whisper | |
That i' ve been betrayed | |
Tryin not to look ashamed | |
The drunkards drink deeply | |
From cups full of nothingness | |
Ghost lovers laugh | |
At the games that they play | |
The moments do somersaults | |
Into eternity | |
Cling to their coattails | |
And beg them to stay | |
Saying i got nothing to hide | |
Illusions projected | |
On walls made of tiffany | |
Mad men you adds to | |
A sad satin song | |
A harlequin mandolins | |
Harmonize helplessly | |
Hoping that endlessly | |
Won' t last for long | |
Praying that their god ain' t dying | |
Then i turn and i see her | |
In a dress made of moonlight | |
Teardrops like diamonds | |
Run slow down her face | |
Her arms surround me | |
Like chains made of velvet | |
And the demons fall faithfully | |
Into their place | |
And the rivers run with jewels | |
Now the morning lies open | |
The night went quite quickly | |
Memory harmlessly | |
Fractures and fades | |
All the poets do pushups | |
On carpets of rubber foam | |
Loudly they laugh | |
At some joke that' s been made | |
And the wise men speak like fools |
zuò cí : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
She came and she touched me | |
With hands made of heaven | |
Reflections sent spinnin' | |
Through a face laced in mist | |
Now i stand where she left me | |
Buried deep ' neath her shadow | |
And the mirror plead sadly | |
Does it all come to this | |
And i wonder: will she call my name? | |
The wind careens madly | |
Through wide windows paneless | |
Fragrancies mingle | |
In a room full of shade | |
The peons pick partners | |
And waltz cross the ceilings | |
But the violins whisper | |
That i' ve been betrayed | |
Tryin not to look ashamed | |
The drunkards drink deeply | |
From cups full of nothingness | |
Ghost lovers laugh | |
At the games that they play | |
The moments do somersaults | |
Into eternity | |
Cling to their coattails | |
And beg them to stay | |
Saying i got nothing to hide | |
Illusions projected | |
On walls made of tiffany | |
Mad men you adds to | |
A sad satin song | |
A harlequin mandolins | |
Harmonize helplessly | |
Hoping that endlessly | |
Won' t last for long | |
Praying that their god ain' t dying | |
Then i turn and i see her | |
In a dress made of moonlight | |
Teardrops like diamonds | |
Run slow down her face | |
Her arms surround me | |
Like chains made of velvet | |
And the demons fall faithfully | |
Into their place | |
And the rivers run with jewels | |
Now the morning lies open | |
The night went quite quickly | |
Memory harmlessly | |
Fractures and fades | |
All the poets do pushups | |
On carpets of rubber foam | |
Loudly they laugh | |
At some joke that' s been made | |
And the wise men speak like fools |