Song | Mary Waits In Silence |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Calling For Vanished Faces |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
I shall return no more | |
The sea covers me | |
To pick gold from the skies | |
I shall wait beneath the spaces | |
I shall return no more | |
Imperium et nihil | |
The silence has folded | |
Inside and out | |
And Mary waits in silence | |
Imperium nihil est | |
In the gap between | |
His thought and his word | |
Something is finished | |
And something is born | |
In the place where words cease | |
In the moment when | |
Actions no longer matter | |
Oh the sky may darken | |
The curtain tear | |
She shall wait | |
Silver dust falls from her hair | |
Waits a span or a time | |
Sketches of her life swirl | |
Around her silence silent | |
The sounds of her silence | |
The forms that they take | |
They cover me still | |
My fingers twist in pain | |
Words are finished | |
And I come swiftly | |
And with a vengeance | |
And Mary waits in silence |
zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ... | |
I shall return no more | |
The sea covers me | |
To pick gold from the skies | |
I shall wait beneath the spaces | |
I shall return no more | |
Imperium et nihil | |
The silence has folded | |
Inside and out | |
And Mary waits in silence | |
Imperium nihil est | |
In the gap between | |
His thought and his word | |
Something is finished | |
And something is born | |
In the place where words cease | |
In the moment when | |
Actions no longer matter | |
Oh the sky may darken | |
The curtain tear | |
She shall wait | |
Silver dust falls from her hair | |
Waits a span or a time | |
Sketches of her life swirl | |
Around her silence silent | |
The sounds of her silence | |
The forms that they take | |
They cover me still | |
My fingers twist in pain | |
Words are finished | |
And I come swiftly | |
And with a vengeance | |
And Mary waits in silence |
zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
I shall return no more | |
The sea covers me | |
To pick gold from the skies | |
I shall wait beneath the spaces | |
I shall return no more | |
Imperium et nihil | |
The silence has folded | |
Inside and out | |
And Mary waits in silence | |
Imperium nihil est | |
In the gap between | |
His thought and his word | |
Something is finished | |
And something is born | |
In the place where words cease | |
In the moment when | |
Actions no longer matter | |
Oh the sky may darken | |
The curtain tear | |
She shall wait | |
Silver dust falls from her hair | |
Waits a span or a time | |
Sketches of her life swirl | |
Around her silence silent | |
The sounds of her silence | |
The forms that they take | |
They cover me still | |
My fingers twist in pain | |
Words are finished | |
And I come swiftly | |
And with a vengeance | |
And Mary waits in silence |