Song | Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste |
Artist | Norma Jean |
Album | Birds And Microscopes And Bottles Of Elixirs And Raw Steak And A Bunch Of Songs |
作曲 : Norma Jean | |
Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare | |
In your tuxedo suit | |
I will give it a name | |
Lower your defenses | |
Lower your casket | |
Open the door and open your grave | |
MurderNow you're doing the waltz with your murderer | |
Mediocrity is the killer | |
You find yourself helpless | |
Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away | |
He laid emeralds in her eyes | |
But I'd already tried a bracelt made of gold | |
And a scarlet thread around her wrist | |
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs"Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." | |
We painted crooked lines | |
But danced in perfect time to a love so much refined | |
We know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief know | |
BeforeBut never quite like this | |
All I know now is regret | |
It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us | |
But has nothing to say except to innocently ask | |
Its voice delicate as glass"Do you see me when we pass? " | |
But I continue on my way |
zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare | |
In your tuxedo suit | |
I will give it a name | |
Lower your defenses | |
Lower your casket | |
Open the door and open your grave | |
MurderNow you' re doing the waltz with your murderer | |
Mediocrity is the killer | |
You find yourself helpless | |
Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away | |
He laid emeralds in her eyes | |
But I' d already tried a bracelt made of gold | |
And a scarlet thread around her wrist | |
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs" Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." | |
We painted crooked lines | |
But danced in perfect time to a love so much refined | |
We know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief know | |
BeforeBut never quite like this | |
All I know now is regret | |
It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us | |
But has nothing to say except to innocently ask | |
Its voice delicate as glass" Do you see me when we pass? " | |
But I continue on my way |