Song | The Figurehead |
Artist | The Cure |
Album | Pornography (Remastered Version) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst |
[00:31.77] | Sharp and open, leave me alone |
[00:35.64] | I'm sleeping less every night |
[00:39.86] | As the days become heavier and weighted |
[00:43.05] | Waiting in the cold light |
[00:48.10] | A noise, a scream tears my clothes and the figurines tighten |
[00:54.95] | With spiders inside them |
[00:56.70] | And dust on the lips of a vision of hell |
[01:01.29] | I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year |
[01:24.11] | A hundred other worlds blind me with your purity |
[01:32.37] | Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance |
[01:37.24] | I'll think about you tomorrow |
[01:40.28] | Let me sleep as I slip down the window |
[01:46.00] | Freshly squashed fly |
[01:49.67] | You mean nothing, you mean nothing |
[02:50.91] | I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls |
[02:59.49] | All the time, you lose me in the dark |
[03:03.68] | Do it right, run into the night |
[03:09.52] | I will lose myself tomorrow |
[03:13.26] | Crimson pain, my heart explodes |
[03:17.27] | My memory in a fire |
[03:20.44] | And someone will listen for a short while |
[04:11.04] | I can never say no to anyone but you |
[04:52.71] | Too many secrets, too many lies |
[04:56.98] | Writhing with hatred |
[05:01.23] | Too many secrets, please make it good tonight |
[05:09.14] | But the same image haunts me in sequence |
[05:13.22] | Despair of time |
[05:15.69] | I will never be clean again |
[05:19.79] | I touched her eyes |
[05:21.95] | Pressed my stained face |
[05:24.34] | I will never be clean again |
[05:28.39] | I touched her eyes |
[05:30.65] | Pressed my stained face |
[05:33.19] | I will never be clean again |
[05:41.71] | I will never be clean again |
[05:50.23] | I will never be clean again |
[05:59.07] | I will never be clean again |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Simon Gallup Robert Smith Laurence Tolhurst |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst |
[00:31.77] | Sharp and open, leave me alone |
[00:35.64] | I' m sleeping less every night |
[00:39.86] | As the days become heavier and weighted |
[00:43.05] | Waiting in the cold light |
[00:48.10] | A noise, a scream tears my clothes and the figurines tighten |
[00:54.95] | With spiders inside them |
[00:56.70] | And dust on the lips of a vision of hell |
[01:01.29] | I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year |
[01:24.11] | A hundred other worlds blind me with your purity |
[01:32.37] | Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance |
[01:37.24] | I' ll think about you tomorrow |
[01:40.28] | Let me sleep as I slip down the window |
[01:46.00] | Freshly squashed fly |
[01:49.67] | You mean nothing, you mean nothing |
[02:50.91] | I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls |
[02:59.49] | All the time, you lose me in the dark |
[03:03.68] | Do it right, run into the night |
[03:09.52] | I will lose myself tomorrow |
[03:13.26] | Crimson pain, my heart explodes |
[03:17.27] | My memory in a fire |
[03:20.44] | And someone will listen for a short while |
[04:11.04] | I can never say no to anyone but you |
[04:52.71] | Too many secrets, too many lies |
[04:56.98] | Writhing with hatred |
[05:01.23] | Too many secrets, please make it good tonight |
[05:09.14] | But the same image haunts me in sequence |
[05:13.22] | Despair of time |
[05:15.69] | I will never be clean again |
[05:19.79] | I touched her eyes |
[05:21.95] | Pressed my stained face |
[05:24.34] | I will never be clean again |
[05:28.39] | I touched her eyes |
[05:30.65] | Pressed my stained face |
[05:33.19] | I will never be clean again |
[05:41.71] | I will never be clean again |
[05:50.23] | I will never be clean again |
[05:59.07] | I will never be clean again |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Simon Gallup Robert Smith Laurence Tolhurst |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst |
[00:31.77] | Sharp and open, leave me alone |
[00:35.64] | I' m sleeping less every night |
[00:39.86] | As the days become heavier and weighted |
[00:43.05] | Waiting in the cold light |
[00:48.10] | A noise, a scream tears my clothes and the figurines tighten |
[00:54.95] | With spiders inside them |
[00:56.70] | And dust on the lips of a vision of hell |
[01:01.29] | I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year |
[01:24.11] | A hundred other worlds blind me with your purity |
[01:32.37] | Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance |
[01:37.24] | I' ll think about you tomorrow |
[01:40.28] | Let me sleep as I slip down the window |
[01:46.00] | Freshly squashed fly |
[01:49.67] | You mean nothing, you mean nothing |
[02:50.91] | I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls |
[02:59.49] | All the time, you lose me in the dark |
[03:03.68] | Do it right, run into the night |
[03:09.52] | I will lose myself tomorrow |
[03:13.26] | Crimson pain, my heart explodes |
[03:17.27] | My memory in a fire |
[03:20.44] | And someone will listen for a short while |
[04:11.04] | I can never say no to anyone but you |
[04:52.71] | Too many secrets, too many lies |
[04:56.98] | Writhing with hatred |
[05:01.23] | Too many secrets, please make it good tonight |
[05:09.14] | But the same image haunts me in sequence |
[05:13.22] | Despair of time |
[05:15.69] | I will never be clean again |
[05:19.79] | I touched her eyes |
[05:21.95] | Pressed my stained face |
[05:24.34] | I will never be clean again |
[05:28.39] | I touched her eyes |
[05:30.65] | Pressed my stained face |
[05:33.19] | I will never be clean again |
[05:41.71] | I will never be clean again |
[05:50.23] | I will never be clean again |
[05:59.07] | I will never be clean again |