Song | Belief in the Rose |
Artist | And Also the Trees |
Album | Farewell to the Shade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burrows, Jones | |
The rose bows its head | |
From the hedge to the shade | |
In the whispering calm | |
Of the cool colonnade | |
Unravelling dreams and deeds | |
As it unfurls the heavy scent | |
I tried to reach | |
Its poisonous dreams so clear | |
Where death is death | |
And joy is joy so sweet | |
And I forgot your tattered head | |
Your rain battered dress | |
And I forgot your dark caress | |
I want your thorns to cut my flesh | |
My sallow flesh | |
Your petals fall | |
But your thorns they remain | |
Through seasons i wait | |
For your blood flower ahain | |
And wisdom and time they tried | |
To scorn your world | |
But in the rose I will believe | |
Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams | |
Where death is death | |
And joy is joy so sweet |
zuo qu : Burrows, Jones | |
The rose bows its head | |
From the hedge to the shade | |
In the whispering calm | |
Of the cool colonnade | |
Unravelling dreams and deeds | |
As it unfurls the heavy scent | |
I tried to reach | |
Its poisonous dreams so clear | |
Where death is death | |
And joy is joy so sweet | |
And I forgot your tattered head | |
Your rain battered dress | |
And I forgot your dark caress | |
I want your thorns to cut my flesh | |
My sallow flesh | |
Your petals fall | |
But your thorns they remain | |
Through seasons i wait | |
For your blood flower ahain | |
And wisdom and time they tried | |
To scorn your world | |
But in the rose I will believe | |
Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams | |
Where death is death | |
And joy is joy so sweet |
zuò qǔ : Burrows, Jones | |
The rose bows its head | |
From the hedge to the shade | |
In the whispering calm | |
Of the cool colonnade | |
Unravelling dreams and deeds | |
As it unfurls the heavy scent | |
I tried to reach | |
Its poisonous dreams so clear | |
Where death is death | |
And joy is joy so sweet | |
And I forgot your tattered head | |
Your rain battered dress | |
And I forgot your dark caress | |
I want your thorns to cut my flesh | |
My sallow flesh | |
Your petals fall | |
But your thorns they remain | |
Through seasons i wait | |
For your blood flower ahain | |
And wisdom and time they tried | |
To scorn your world | |
But in the rose I will believe | |
Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams | |
Where death is death | |
And joy is joy so sweet |