Song | Gary Gilmore's Eyes |
Artist | The Adverts |
Album | Crossing the Red Sea With the Adverts (2011) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Smith | |
I'm lying in a hospital, | |
I'm pinned against the bed. | |
A stethoscope upon my heart, | |
A hand against my head. | |
They're peeling off the bandages. | |
I'm wincing in the light. | |
The nurse is looking anxious, | |
And she's quivering in fright... | |
I'm looking through | |
Gary Gilmore's eyes. | |
The doctors are avoiding me. | |
My vision is confused. | |
I listen to my earphones, | |
And I catch the evening news. | |
A murderer's been killed, | |
And he donates his sight to science. | |
I'm locked into a private ward. | |
I realise that | |
I must be... | |
Looking through | |
Gary Gilmore's eyes. | |
Looking through | |
Gary Gilmore's eyes. | |
I smash the light in anger. | |
Push my bed against the door. | |
I close my lids across my eyes, | |
And wish to see no more. | |
The eye receives the messages, | |
And sends them to the brain. | |
No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same... | |
When looking through | |
Gary Gilmore's eyes. | |
Gary don't need his eyes to see. | |
Gary and his eyes have parted company. |
zuo ci : Smith | |
I' m lying in a hospital, | |
I' m pinned against the bed. | |
A stethoscope upon my heart, | |
A hand against my head. | |
They' re peeling off the bandages. | |
I' m wincing in the light. | |
The nurse is looking anxious, | |
And she' s quivering in fright... | |
I' m looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
The doctors are avoiding me. | |
My vision is confused. | |
I listen to my earphones, | |
And I catch the evening news. | |
A murderer' s been killed, | |
And he donates his sight to science. | |
I' m locked into a private ward. | |
I realise that | |
I must be... | |
Looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
Looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
I smash the light in anger. | |
Push my bed against the door. | |
I close my lids across my eyes, | |
And wish to see no more. | |
The eye receives the messages, | |
And sends them to the brain. | |
No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same... | |
When looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
Gary don' t need his eyes to see. | |
Gary and his eyes have parted company. |
zuò cí : Smith | |
I' m lying in a hospital, | |
I' m pinned against the bed. | |
A stethoscope upon my heart, | |
A hand against my head. | |
They' re peeling off the bandages. | |
I' m wincing in the light. | |
The nurse is looking anxious, | |
And she' s quivering in fright... | |
I' m looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
The doctors are avoiding me. | |
My vision is confused. | |
I listen to my earphones, | |
And I catch the evening news. | |
A murderer' s been killed, | |
And he donates his sight to science. | |
I' m locked into a private ward. | |
I realise that | |
I must be... | |
Looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
Looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
I smash the light in anger. | |
Push my bed against the door. | |
I close my lids across my eyes, | |
And wish to see no more. | |
The eye receives the messages, | |
And sends them to the brain. | |
No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same... | |
When looking through | |
Gary Gilmore' s eyes. | |
Gary don' t need his eyes to see. | |
Gary and his eyes have parted company. |