Song | Prince Rupert |
Artist | And Also the Trees |
Album | Farewell to the Shade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Rupert lies on a bed | |
In a chamber and watches the weeds | |
And the feather headed grasses | |
That waver on the grey stone balcony | |
He sees the blood-stained silk white sky | |
Of another dawn arise | |
But Rupert knows this crimson morn | |
Will turn to dusk and night will fall | |
Before the day... | |
Oh, give me this day | |
Prince Rupert calls | |
Give me this day | |
Rupert hangs by a thread | |
On the [...] above the cool soft bed | |
And daylight comes in flashes | |
Like memories of lightning through his mind | |
He sees the fleur-de-lis floor shine | |
Gold and white as the sun climbes | |
And glints into his ruby ring | |
Slipping from his finger, pale and thin | |
On to the floor | |
Oh, give me this day | |
Prince Rupert calls | |
Give me this day | |
Rupert lies on a bed | |
Where the night bows her head | |
Stars weave their dreams around him | |
Shaken from her loose black raven hair | |
Give me this day |
zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Rupert lies on a bed | |
In a chamber and watches the weeds | |
And the feather headed grasses | |
That waver on the grey stone balcony | |
He sees the bloodstained silk white sky | |
Of another dawn arise | |
But Rupert knows this crimson morn | |
Will turn to dusk and night will fall | |
Before the day... | |
Oh, give me this day | |
Prince Rupert calls | |
Give me this day | |
Rupert hangs by a thread | |
On the ... above the cool soft bed | |
And daylight comes in flashes | |
Like memories of lightning through his mind | |
He sees the fleurdelis floor shine | |
Gold and white as the sun climbes | |
And glints into his ruby ring | |
Slipping from his finger, pale and thin | |
On to the floor | |
Oh, give me this day | |
Prince Rupert calls | |
Give me this day | |
Rupert lies on a bed | |
Where the night bows her head | |
Stars weave their dreams around him | |
Shaken from her loose black raven hair | |
Give me this day |
zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Rupert lies on a bed | |
In a chamber and watches the weeds | |
And the feather headed grasses | |
That waver on the grey stone balcony | |
He sees the bloodstained silk white sky | |
Of another dawn arise | |
But Rupert knows this crimson morn | |
Will turn to dusk and night will fall | |
Before the day... | |
Oh, give me this day | |
Prince Rupert calls | |
Give me this day | |
Rupert hangs by a thread | |
On the ... above the cool soft bed | |
And daylight comes in flashes | |
Like memories of lightning through his mind | |
He sees the fleurdelis floor shine | |
Gold and white as the sun climbes | |
And glints into his ruby ring | |
Slipping from his finger, pale and thin | |
On to the floor | |
Oh, give me this day | |
Prince Rupert calls | |
Give me this day | |
Rupert lies on a bed | |
Where the night bows her head | |
Stars weave their dreams around him | |
Shaken from her loose black raven hair | |
Give me this day |