Pianos and Clocks Lyrics
| Song | Pianos and Clocks |
| Artist | Aztec Camera |
| Album | Dreamland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| Well, hello there, sweet to see you, | |
| Like your colour, how you doin'? | |
| I've been battered and bewildered | |
| In the beauty of your ruins | |
| Flash, flash and | |
| I am blinded | |
| By the fact that you've been born | |
| Feels like fiction life goes on | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| Silence is a virtue | |
| I was taught so | |
| I agreed Conversation half forgotten | |
| Is the hole | |
| I hold in me | |
| And all our language and expression | |
| Is decimated by decree | |
| The sound of song dies in the dawn | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| Descended slowly on the | |
| Steps of the cathedral | |
| Where I kissed you, | |
| Remembered candles lit with meaning | |
| I imposed but that escaped you | |
| With your brown eyes | |
| And your blue jeans | |
| I heard the chiming of the clocks | |
| Kick out the shifting | |
| Shuffling rhythm of your docs | |
| Hit the road with my compadre | |
| Saw the city incomplete | |
| We were tossed and torn and tumbled | |
| In your famous foreign streets | |
| I felt so fearless and forgotten | |
| No-one numbered nothing neat | |
| The son has shone, we still belong, | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| So farewell then senorita | |
| Pianos played and set the tone | |
| I was singing like a servant | |
| To the tune of telephones | |
| I wish you freedom and forgiveness | |
| And a time that is your own | |
| Blue is the colour, mine's the moment | |
| Brown eyes are gone |
| zuo ci : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| Well, hello there, sweet to see you, | |
| Like your colour, how you doin'? | |
| I' ve been battered and bewildered | |
| In the beauty of your ruins | |
| Flash, flash and | |
| I am blinded | |
| By the fact that you' ve been born | |
| Feels like fiction life goes on | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| Silence is a virtue | |
| I was taught so | |
| I agreed Conversation half forgotten | |
| Is the hole | |
| I hold in me | |
| And all our language and expression | |
| Is decimated by decree | |
| The sound of song dies in the dawn | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| Descended slowly on the | |
| Steps of the cathedral | |
| Where I kissed you, | |
| Remembered candles lit with meaning | |
| I imposed but that escaped you | |
| With your brown eyes | |
| And your blue jeans | |
| I heard the chiming of the clocks | |
| Kick out the shifting | |
| Shuffling rhythm of your docs | |
| Hit the road with my compadre | |
| Saw the city incomplete | |
| We were tossed and torn and tumbled | |
| In your famous foreign streets | |
| I felt so fearless and forgotten | |
| Noone numbered nothing neat | |
| The son has shone, we still belong, | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| So farewell then senorita | |
| Pianos played and set the tone | |
| I was singing like a servant | |
| To the tune of telephones | |
| I wish you freedom and forgiveness | |
| And a time that is your own | |
| Blue is the colour, mine' s the moment | |
| Brown eyes are gone |
| zuò cí : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| Well, hello there, sweet to see you, | |
| Like your colour, how you doin'? | |
| I' ve been battered and bewildered | |
| In the beauty of your ruins | |
| Flash, flash and | |
| I am blinded | |
| By the fact that you' ve been born | |
| Feels like fiction life goes on | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| Silence is a virtue | |
| I was taught so | |
| I agreed Conversation half forgotten | |
| Is the hole | |
| I hold in me | |
| And all our language and expression | |
| Is decimated by decree | |
| The sound of song dies in the dawn | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| Descended slowly on the | |
| Steps of the cathedral | |
| Where I kissed you, | |
| Remembered candles lit with meaning | |
| I imposed but that escaped you | |
| With your brown eyes | |
| And your blue jeans | |
| I heard the chiming of the clocks | |
| Kick out the shifting | |
| Shuffling rhythm of your docs | |
| Hit the road with my compadre | |
| Saw the city incomplete | |
| We were tossed and torn and tumbled | |
| In your famous foreign streets | |
| I felt so fearless and forgotten | |
| Noone numbered nothing neat | |
| The son has shone, we still belong, | |
| Brown eyes are gone | |
| So farewell then senorita | |
| Pianos played and set the tone | |
| I was singing like a servant | |
| To the tune of telephones | |
| I wish you freedom and forgiveness | |
| And a time that is your own | |
| Blue is the colour, mine' s the moment | |
| Brown eyes are gone |
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