Song | Fists Up |
Artist | The Blow |
Album | Paper Television |
作曲 : Blow | |
I have tried | |
My hopes have blossomed | |
And my hopes have fried | |
I tried to cut them all down, | |
But I found hopes were still living deep inside, | |
Like a team of renegade lovers | |
Working long hours, sneaking around | |
With a belief in the life of our love, | |
Like a light at the end at the end | |
Of a long tunnel, a struggle | |
Fists up! | |
For all their faith in what they've seen in your face | |
They really do believe that if | |
They hang on long enough | |
That you'll come around | |
And finally let it show, | |
And all their hopes will be rewarded | |
For their impetus to grow | |
A Utopian peace could fall across the land | |
You'll reach over for my hand | |
You'll really want to hold my hand | |
And I don't want to come to the point of this song, | |
Because the point of this song | |
Would have to be "so long" | |
It gets hard | |
The vigilantes can't agree on who's in charge | |
They gave their souls for the cause, | |
But the love that they were after is still at large | |
See this faith in which they found allegiance | |
Ripping at the seams as hope is running it's course | |
The rebels just can't muster the force | |
To walk the thin line between belief and delusion | |
And fists up! | |
For all their faith in what they've seen in your face | |
They really did believe | |
That if they'd hung on long enough | |
That you'd come around | |
And finally let it show | |
And all their hopes would be rewarded | |
For their impetus to grow | |
Utopian peace would fall across the land | |
You'd reach over for my hand, | |
You'd have really wanted to hold my hand | |
And I don't want to come to the point of this song | |
because the point of this song | |
would have to be "so long" [long long long long long long long] | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don't really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can't ever thrive | |
If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don't really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can't ever thrive | |
If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don't really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can't ever thrive | |
If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don't really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can't ever thrive | |
If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don't really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can't ever thrive | |
If I'm forced to keep proving it |
zuò qǔ : Blow | |
I have tried | |
My hopes have blossomed | |
And my hopes have fried | |
I tried to cut them all down, | |
But I found hopes were still living deep inside, | |
Like a team of renegade lovers | |
Working long hours, sneaking around | |
With a belief in the life of our love, | |
Like a light at the end at the end | |
Of a long tunnel, a struggle | |
Fists up! | |
For all their faith in what they' ve seen in your face | |
They really do believe that if | |
They hang on long enough | |
That you' ll come around | |
And finally let it show, | |
And all their hopes will be rewarded | |
For their impetus to grow | |
A Utopian peace could fall across the land | |
You' ll reach over for my hand | |
You' ll really want to hold my hand | |
And I don' t want to come to the point of this song, | |
Because the point of this song | |
Would have to be " so long" | |
It gets hard | |
The vigilantes can' t agree on who' s in charge | |
They gave their souls for the cause, | |
But the love that they were after is still at large | |
See this faith in which they found allegiance | |
Ripping at the seams as hope is running it' s course | |
The rebels just can' t muster the force | |
To walk the thin line between belief and delusion | |
And fists up! | |
For all their faith in what they' ve seen in your face | |
They really did believe | |
That if they' d hung on long enough | |
That you' d come around | |
And finally let it show | |
And all their hopes would be rewarded | |
For their impetus to grow | |
Utopian peace would fall across the land | |
You' d reach over for my hand, | |
You' d have really wanted to hold my hand | |
And I don' t want to come to the point of this song | |
because the point of this song | |
would have to be " so long" long long long long long long long | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don' t really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can' t ever thrive | |
If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don' t really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can' t ever thrive | |
If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don' t really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can' t ever thrive | |
If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don' t really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can' t ever thrive | |
If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ahah ahah, ah | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ahah, ah | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ahah ahah, ah | |
Ah, ah ah, ah ahah, ah | |
It was perfect, you know, | |
With just one little problem, | |
The fact that it turns out | |
You don' t really want it | |
My love is a fortress, | |
My love is the Louvre, | |
But it can' t ever thrive | |
If I' m forced to keep proving it |