Song | Flying Through the Smoke |
Artist | New Model Army |
Album | Eight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Red dots - close my eyes - tunnel vision | |
the cooling towers like Cathedrals | |
Pitch black dark, brighter than the sun | |
Less than zero, more than infinity | |
Forever the graphics curling on the screen | |
Forever the numbers counting on and on | |
Flying through the smoke, flying through the smoke | |
See the body of people move across the floor | |
Dancing turning wheeling in the spinning lights | |
I remember the music and the noise so loud | |
All I could see was you moving your mouth | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
And all the time everything was moving away | |
like a slo-mo shot as the camera pulls across the crowd | |
across the faces caught in the last few seconds of life | |
And you - like a ghost at the feast | |
your eyes so small and dark and dead - you were uninvited | |
And me - trying to remember how nobody saw you | |
sitting next to me on the bus as it turned into Mainstreet | |
and the bomb in the bag at your feet | |
What was it you were trying to say | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Flying through the smoke in a deafening roar | |
Screaming in the panic as the whirlwind hits | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Too late to listen now |
zuo ci : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Red dots close my eyes tunnel vision | |
the cooling towers like Cathedrals | |
Pitch black dark, brighter than the sun | |
Less than zero, more than infinity | |
Forever the graphics curling on the screen | |
Forever the numbers counting on and on | |
Flying through the smoke, flying through the smoke | |
See the body of people move across the floor | |
Dancing turning wheeling in the spinning lights | |
I remember the music and the noise so loud | |
All I could see was you moving your mouth | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
And all the time everything was moving away | |
like a slomo shot as the camera pulls across the crowd | |
across the faces caught in the last few seconds of life | |
And you like a ghost at the feast | |
your eyes so small and dark and dead you were uninvited | |
And me trying to remember how nobody saw you | |
sitting next to me on the bus as it turned into Mainstreet | |
and the bomb in the bag at your feet | |
What was it you were trying to say | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Flying through the smoke in a deafening roar | |
Screaming in the panic as the whirlwind hits | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Too late to listen now |
zuò cí : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Red dots close my eyes tunnel vision | |
the cooling towers like Cathedrals | |
Pitch black dark, brighter than the sun | |
Less than zero, more than infinity | |
Forever the graphics curling on the screen | |
Forever the numbers counting on and on | |
Flying through the smoke, flying through the smoke | |
See the body of people move across the floor | |
Dancing turning wheeling in the spinning lights | |
I remember the music and the noise so loud | |
All I could see was you moving your mouth | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
And all the time everything was moving away | |
like a slomo shot as the camera pulls across the crowd | |
across the faces caught in the last few seconds of life | |
And you like a ghost at the feast | |
your eyes so small and dark and dead you were uninvited | |
And me trying to remember how nobody saw you | |
sitting next to me on the bus as it turned into Mainstreet | |
and the bomb in the bag at your feet | |
What was it you were trying to say | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Flying through the smoke in a deafening roar | |
Screaming in the panic as the whirlwind hits | |
Tell me what was it you were trying to say | |
Too late to listen now |