He and Sleep Were Brothers Lyrics
| Song | He and Sleep Were Brothers |
| Artist | Bill Nelson |
| Album | The Love That Whirls (The Diary of a Thinking ... |
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| 作曲 : Bill Nelson | |
| He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of my design, | |
| clinging to each other through each moment of their crime, | |
| young boys, would-be-angels hanging naked from the sky, | |
| time delays reaction, captured falling, do or die… | |
| In the realms of flesh and bone beyond the spiral city, | |
| people dance on broken glass to rhythms of self-pity, | |
| time reveals as shape on film each act of heroism, | |
| death defies the camera eye and steals the gift of vision | |
| He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of their invention | |
| driving cars that shift no gears across the maps of heaven, | |
| colours cut and clash and flare and come into collision, | |
| certain forms of fear provide this cure for hypnotism… |
| zuo qu : Bill Nelson | |
| He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of my design, | |
| clinging to each other through each moment of their crime, | |
| young boys, wouldbeangels hanging naked from the sky, | |
| time delays reaction, captured falling, do or die | |
| In the realms of flesh and bone beyond the spiral city, | |
| people dance on broken glass to rhythms of selfpity, | |
| time reveals as shape on film each act of heroism, | |
| death defies the camera eye and steals the gift of vision | |
| He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of their invention | |
| driving cars that shift no gears across the maps of heaven, | |
| colours cut and clash and flare and come into collision, | |
| certain forms of fear provide this cure for hypnotism |
| zuò qǔ : Bill Nelson | |
| He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of my design, | |
| clinging to each other through each moment of their crime, | |
| young boys, wouldbeangels hanging naked from the sky, | |
| time delays reaction, captured falling, do or die | |
| In the realms of flesh and bone beyond the spiral city, | |
| people dance on broken glass to rhythms of selfpity, | |
| time reveals as shape on film each act of heroism, | |
| death defies the camera eye and steals the gift of vision | |
| He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of their invention | |
| driving cars that shift no gears across the maps of heaven, | |
| colours cut and clash and flare and come into collision, | |
| certain forms of fear provide this cure for hypnotism |
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