| Song | St. Andrew's Parish |
| Artist | Fields |
| Album | The Silence Of Staying In |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Seán O'Brien | |
| 作曲 : Seán O'Brien | |
| I don't know the difference between love and hatred. | |
| Both sides, they occupy the mind from Monday morning through to Sunday night. | |
| You're disappearing all the time, they said. | |
| You're not the same as you were this time two years ago. | |
| The walls you've built, separate you from you, and you're so far out of view. | |
| See, I gave it all up when the red light burned my eye. | |
| Double-yellow reflected oh so bright, and the sound of cobblestone from a mile away. | |
| A late night whisper nobody could hear, but me. | |
| From a distance yeah, it all makes sense to the traveller. | |
| Cars come and cars go like dreams and I'm too far gone to be seen. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I'll join the queue, | |
| because I'm counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There's a love deep down that I'm ready to renew, now I'm done weighing it all on you. | |
| And I know deep down I've been failing to recognise the world alive in the flicker of a stranger's eyes, disguised, confined and hidden in plain sight. Oh just dying to be seen. | |
| Cup-in-hand, the bedless man. He looks right up, says all the remains is all that you forgot. | |
| No I'm too far gone to be caught. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I'll join the queue, | |
| because I'm counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There's a love deep down that I'm ready to renew, now I'm done weighing it all on you. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I'll join the queue, | |
| because I'm counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There's a love deep down that I'm ready to renew, now I'm done weighing it all on you. |
| zuo ci : Se n O' Brien | |
| zuo qu : Se n O' Brien | |
| I don' t know the difference between love and hatred. | |
| Both sides, they occupy the mind from Monday morning through to Sunday night. | |
| You' re disappearing all the time, they said. | |
| You' re not the same as you were this time two years ago. | |
| The walls you' ve built, separate you from you, and you' re so far out of view. | |
| See, I gave it all up when the red light burned my eye. | |
| Double-yellow reflected oh so bright, and the sound of cobblestone from a mile away. | |
| A late night whisper nobody could hear, but me. | |
| From a distance yeah, it all makes sense to the traveller. | |
| Cars come and cars go like dreams and I' m too far gone to be seen. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I' ll join the queue, | |
| because I' m counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There' s a love deep down that I' m ready to renew, now I' m done weighing it all on you. | |
| And I know deep down I' ve been failing to recognise the world alive in the flicker of a stranger' s eyes, disguised, confined and hidden in plain sight. Oh just dying to be seen. | |
| Cup-in-hand, the bedless man. He looks right up, says all the remains is all that you forgot. | |
| No I' m too far gone to be caught. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I' ll join the queue, | |
| because I' m counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There' s a love deep down that I' m ready to renew, now I' m done weighing it all on you. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I' ll join the queue, | |
| because I' m counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There' s a love deep down that I' m ready to renew, now I' m done weighing it all on you. |
| zuò cí : Se n O' Brien | |
| zuò qǔ : Se n O' Brien | |
| I don' t know the difference between love and hatred. | |
| Both sides, they occupy the mind from Monday morning through to Sunday night. | |
| You' re disappearing all the time, they said. | |
| You' re not the same as you were this time two years ago. | |
| The walls you' ve built, separate you from you, and you' re so far out of view. | |
| See, I gave it all up when the red light burned my eye. | |
| Double-yellow reflected oh so bright, and the sound of cobblestone from a mile away. | |
| A late night whisper nobody could hear, but me. | |
| From a distance yeah, it all makes sense to the traveller. | |
| Cars come and cars go like dreams and I' m too far gone to be seen. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I' ll join the queue, | |
| because I' m counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There' s a love deep down that I' m ready to renew, now I' m done weighing it all on you. | |
| And I know deep down I' ve been failing to recognise the world alive in the flicker of a stranger' s eyes, disguised, confined and hidden in plain sight. Oh just dying to be seen. | |
| Cup-in-hand, the bedless man. He looks right up, says all the remains is all that you forgot. | |
| No I' m too far gone to be caught. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I' ll join the queue, | |
| because I' m counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There' s a love deep down that I' m ready to renew, now I' m done weighing it all on you. | |
| Like a midnight troubadour I' ll join the queue, | |
| because I' m counting down the time til I dream comes true. | |
| There' s a love deep down that I' m ready to renew, now I' m done weighing it all on you. |