| Song | Persephone |
| Artist | The Malibu BeachBand |
| Album | She Is Beautiful |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tomas Raae | |
| 作曲 : Tomas Raae | |
| Persephone | |
| Just as fake as pink soda stream | |
| I have this old western dream | |
| that Robbers rides towards my town | |
| evil, dressed up as clowns - all evil, dressed in black and brown | |
| Someone screams of fear and hides behind a wall | |
| but I take my guns and shoot them all | |
| Give back the city key for a pearl | |
| Jump on my horse and kiss the girl | |
| …But for now I’ll try to catch my train , | |
| running through the evening rain. | |
| I know I’m late, hope she won’t be gone, | |
| my sweet, sweet Persephone. | |
| I’m their captain, I’m their boss | |
| My orders should not be crossed | |
| This time, though, it’s close to chains, | |
| will we manage to escape again. | |
| So as the shore disappears in the dark | |
| an earthquake escalates in my heart | |
| and as my pirates are escaping West, | |
| I keep your ring close to my chest. | |
| …But for now I’ll try to catch my train , | |
| I’m running through the evening rain. | |
| I know I’m late, hope she won’t be gone, | |
| my sweet, sweet Persephone. | |
| Maybe she’ll someday disappear, | |
| meaning; she doesn’t belong here. | |
| In my boring world she will grow tired | |
| So I tell her these stories to keep her inspired. | |
| When she remembers where she came from | |
| she will be gone. | |
| My sweet, sweet Persephone. |
| zuo ci : Tomas Raae | |
| zuo qu : Tomas Raae | |
| Persephone | |
| Just as fake as pink soda stream | |
| I have this old western dream | |
| that Robbers rides towards my town | |
| evil, dressed up as clowns all evil, dressed in black and brown | |
| Someone screams of fear and hides behind a wall | |
| but I take my guns and shoot them all | |
| Give back the city key for a pearl | |
| Jump on my horse and kiss the girl | |
| But for now I' ll try to catch my train , | |
| running through the evening rain. | |
| I know I' m late, hope she won' t be gone, | |
| my sweet, sweet Persephone. | |
| I' m their captain, I' m their boss | |
| My orders should not be crossed | |
| This time, though, it' s close to chains, | |
| will we manage to escape again. | |
| So as the shore disappears in the dark | |
| an earthquake escalates in my heart | |
| and as my pirates are escaping West, | |
| I keep your ring close to my chest. | |
| But for now I' ll try to catch my train , | |
| I' m running through the evening rain. | |
| I know I' m late, hope she won' t be gone, | |
| my sweet, sweet Persephone. | |
| Maybe she' ll someday disappear, | |
| meaning she doesn' t belong here. | |
| In my boring world she will grow tired | |
| So I tell her these stories to keep her inspired. | |
| When she remembers where she came from | |
| she will be gone. | |
| My sweet, sweet Persephone. |
| zuò cí : Tomas Raae | |
| zuò qǔ : Tomas Raae | |
| Persephone | |
| Just as fake as pink soda stream | |
| I have this old western dream | |
| that Robbers rides towards my town | |
| evil, dressed up as clowns all evil, dressed in black and brown | |
| Someone screams of fear and hides behind a wall | |
| but I take my guns and shoot them all | |
| Give back the city key for a pearl | |
| Jump on my horse and kiss the girl | |
| But for now I' ll try to catch my train , | |
| running through the evening rain. | |
| I know I' m late, hope she won' t be gone, | |
| my sweet, sweet Persephone. | |
| I' m their captain, I' m their boss | |
| My orders should not be crossed | |
| This time, though, it' s close to chains, | |
| will we manage to escape again. | |
| So as the shore disappears in the dark | |
| an earthquake escalates in my heart | |
| and as my pirates are escaping West, | |
| I keep your ring close to my chest. | |
| But for now I' ll try to catch my train , | |
| I' m running through the evening rain. | |
| I know I' m late, hope she won' t be gone, | |
| my sweet, sweet Persephone. | |
| Maybe she' ll someday disappear, | |
| meaning she doesn' t belong here. | |
| In my boring world she will grow tired | |
| So I tell her these stories to keep her inspired. | |
| When she remembers where she came from | |
| she will be gone. | |
| My sweet, sweet Persephone. |