Song | Immortal Bird |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Sleep Has His House |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cashmore, Tibet | |
what drives us on? | |
what drives us on? | |
i left something of myself in you | |
fourscore, twenty, thirty | |
in your body and in your flesh | |
in your vault of skin | |
i was nothing for you | |
but the shadow of another love | |
that one day for you | |
would shift the skies | |
to pastures blue | |
streaked with passing and loss | |
tortoise green in my eyes | |
from the moss of my past | |
you arise | |
and lightly then i saw you smile | |
with ivory throat and ivory eyes | |
at night i catch you before i sleep | |
and if i died before i wake | |
i prayed that you my heart might keep | |
i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes | |
near my heart any longer | |
all this love is nothing truly: | |
mist of moons' breath | |
grit of evening | |
the grass was green (i now recall) | |
before my own particular fall | |
i saw we were both really | |
masks on nothing | |
(the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches) | |
all the trees stand stripped | |
just silhouttes of memories | |
at night i have started to dream of you: | |
your eyes are wide | |
and shot through with seablue |
zuo ci : Cashmore, Tibet | |
what drives us on? | |
what drives us on? | |
i left something of myself in you | |
fourscore, twenty, thirty | |
in your body and in your flesh | |
in your vault of skin | |
i was nothing for you | |
but the shadow of another love | |
that one day for you | |
would shift the skies | |
to pastures blue | |
streaked with passing and loss | |
tortoise green in my eyes | |
from the moss of my past | |
you arise | |
and lightly then i saw you smile | |
with ivory throat and ivory eyes | |
at night i catch you before i sleep | |
and if i died before i wake | |
i prayed that you my heart might keep | |
i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes | |
near my heart any longer | |
all this love is nothing truly: | |
mist of moons' breath | |
grit of evening | |
the grass was green i now recall | |
before my own particular fall | |
i saw we were both really | |
masks on nothing | |
the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches | |
all the trees stand stripped | |
just silhouttes of memories | |
at night i have started to dream of you: | |
your eyes are wide | |
and shot through with seablue |
zuò cí : Cashmore, Tibet | |
what drives us on? | |
what drives us on? | |
i left something of myself in you | |
fourscore, twenty, thirty | |
in your body and in your flesh | |
in your vault of skin | |
i was nothing for you | |
but the shadow of another love | |
that one day for you | |
would shift the skies | |
to pastures blue | |
streaked with passing and loss | |
tortoise green in my eyes | |
from the moss of my past | |
you arise | |
and lightly then i saw you smile | |
with ivory throat and ivory eyes | |
at night i catch you before i sleep | |
and if i died before i wake | |
i prayed that you my heart might keep | |
i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes | |
near my heart any longer | |
all this love is nothing truly: | |
mist of moons' breath | |
grit of evening | |
the grass was green i now recall | |
before my own particular fall | |
i saw we were both really | |
masks on nothing | |
the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches | |
all the trees stand stripped | |
just silhouttes of memories | |
at night i have started to dream of you: | |
your eyes are wide | |
and shot through with seablue |