Song | Slow Moon's Rose |
Artist | Slapp Happy |
Album | Casablanca Moon/Desperate Straights |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moore | |
Now that the slow moons rose | |
On a silver trellis grows, | |
Where arctic rivers froze, | |
Now that the ocean is frozen in motion, | |
Snow morning comes. | |
And the birds on the wing | |
Have nothing left to sing | |
Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice. | |
Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose - | |
I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose. | |
Tell-tale snails leave their trails, | |
Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun. |
zuo ci : Moore | |
Now that the slow moons rose | |
On a silver trellis grows, | |
Where arctic rivers froze, | |
Now that the ocean is frozen in motion, | |
Snow morning comes. | |
And the birds on the wing | |
Have nothing left to sing | |
Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice. | |
Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose | |
I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose. | |
Telltale snails leave their trails, | |
Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun. |
zuò cí : Moore | |
Now that the slow moons rose | |
On a silver trellis grows, | |
Where arctic rivers froze, | |
Now that the ocean is frozen in motion, | |
Snow morning comes. | |
And the birds on the wing | |
Have nothing left to sing | |
Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice. | |
Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose | |
I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose. | |
Telltale snails leave their trails, | |
Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun. |