Song | Incubus (Blue Suit) |
Artist | Tuxedomoon |
Album | Desire / No Tears |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brown, Dachert, Principle ... | |
Thin man in a powder blue suit with eyes that slice you through | |
The cut of his clothes was strange indeed (a hundred years too soon). | |
A passing stranger with no business here, a rest stop on a voyage through time a rest stop. | |
A passing stranger in a dream we had the man with the patented face the one with the telescope eyes the man who walked away. | |
Someone handed me a gun, hit the switch and ran. | |
I laughed and shot at the ceiling I laughed and shot at the walls. | |
The smell of fusing metal permeates the scene music plays in empty halls music plays in empty halls. | |
Underneath the street light the stranger calls your name | |
He flickers to a halt and slowly fades away. |
zuo qu : Brown, Dachert, Principle ... | |
Thin man in a powder blue suit with eyes that slice you through | |
The cut of his clothes was strange indeed a hundred years too soon. | |
A passing stranger with no business here, a rest stop on a voyage through time a rest stop. | |
A passing stranger in a dream we had the man with the patented face the one with the telescope eyes the man who walked away. | |
Someone handed me a gun, hit the switch and ran. | |
I laughed and shot at the ceiling I laughed and shot at the walls. | |
The smell of fusing metal permeates the scene music plays in empty halls music plays in empty halls. | |
Underneath the street light the stranger calls your name | |
He flickers to a halt and slowly fades away. |
zuò qǔ : Brown, Dachert, Principle ... | |
Thin man in a powder blue suit with eyes that slice you through | |
The cut of his clothes was strange indeed a hundred years too soon. | |
A passing stranger with no business here, a rest stop on a voyage through time a rest stop. | |
A passing stranger in a dream we had the man with the patented face the one with the telescope eyes the man who walked away. | |
Someone handed me a gun, hit the switch and ran. | |
I laughed and shot at the ceiling I laughed and shot at the walls. | |
The smell of fusing metal permeates the scene music plays in empty halls music plays in empty halls. | |
Underneath the street light the stranger calls your name | |
He flickers to a halt and slowly fades away. |