| Song | A Sad Sadness Song |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Thunder Perfect Mind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| When we touch the world | |
| And it falls away | |
| When we feel that we're born | |
| Just to fall apart | |
| And our mother lies in state | |
| And the broken pitcher glistens | |
| And the snow is at the window | |
| Creating neither sign nor symbol | |
| And the earth covers earth | |
| And the mud lies in pools | |
| Where the sanddunes stretch unbroken | |
| And the dry wind bends and sighs | |
| And the geese are running harmless | |
| And our desires are running wild | |
| Then we're looking at the smoke | |
| That's rising from the incense | |
| Neither coming here nor going | |
| Neither heaven here nor hell | |
| Neither borning here nor birthing | |
| Neither dying here nor death | |
| And we're wrapped inside our troubles | |
| And we're wrapped inside our pain | |
| And wracked with fires with longing | |
| And our eyes are blind with night | |
| With our fingers clutching coins | |
| And our thoughts burning with I | |
| And our eyes cannot be sated | |
| With the world and its nightmares | |
| With the world and its dreams | |
| Though later they'll be filled | |
| With a small handful of dust | |
| And the Gods appear on the altars | |
| And we recognise their face | |
| It's a face that we have carved there | |
| And it's full of fear and longing | |
| And promises and threats | |
| But they neither stoop to conquer | |
| Not do they stoop to praise | |
| And the mines are void of diamonds | |
| That we carry in our rags | |
| Then all the world seems | |
| A sadness song | |
| And all the world seems | |
| A sadness song |
| zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| When we touch the world | |
| And it falls away | |
| When we feel that we' re born | |
| Just to fall apart | |
| And our mother lies in state | |
| And the broken pitcher glistens | |
| And the snow is at the window | |
| Creating neither sign nor symbol | |
| And the earth covers earth | |
| And the mud lies in pools | |
| Where the sanddunes stretch unbroken | |
| And the dry wind bends and sighs | |
| And the geese are running harmless | |
| And our desires are running wild | |
| Then we' re looking at the smoke | |
| That' s rising from the incense | |
| Neither coming here nor going | |
| Neither heaven here nor hell | |
| Neither borning here nor birthing | |
| Neither dying here nor death | |
| And we' re wrapped inside our troubles | |
| And we' re wrapped inside our pain | |
| And wracked with fires with longing | |
| And our eyes are blind with night | |
| With our fingers clutching coins | |
| And our thoughts burning with I | |
| And our eyes cannot be sated | |
| With the world and its nightmares | |
| With the world and its dreams | |
| Though later they' ll be filled | |
| With a small handful of dust | |
| And the Gods appear on the altars | |
| And we recognise their face | |
| It' s a face that we have carved there | |
| And it' s full of fear and longing | |
| And promises and threats | |
| But they neither stoop to conquer | |
| Not do they stoop to praise | |
| And the mines are void of diamonds | |
| That we carry in our rags | |
| Then all the world seems | |
| A sadness song | |
| And all the world seems | |
| A sadness song |
| zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| When we touch the world | |
| And it falls away | |
| When we feel that we' re born | |
| Just to fall apart | |
| And our mother lies in state | |
| And the broken pitcher glistens | |
| And the snow is at the window | |
| Creating neither sign nor symbol | |
| And the earth covers earth | |
| And the mud lies in pools | |
| Where the sanddunes stretch unbroken | |
| And the dry wind bends and sighs | |
| And the geese are running harmless | |
| And our desires are running wild | |
| Then we' re looking at the smoke | |
| That' s rising from the incense | |
| Neither coming here nor going | |
| Neither heaven here nor hell | |
| Neither borning here nor birthing | |
| Neither dying here nor death | |
| And we' re wrapped inside our troubles | |
| And we' re wrapped inside our pain | |
| And wracked with fires with longing | |
| And our eyes are blind with night | |
| With our fingers clutching coins | |
| And our thoughts burning with I | |
| And our eyes cannot be sated | |
| With the world and its nightmares | |
| With the world and its dreams | |
| Though later they' ll be filled | |
| With a small handful of dust | |
| And the Gods appear on the altars | |
| And we recognise their face | |
| It' s a face that we have carved there | |
| And it' s full of fear and longing | |
| And promises and threats | |
| But they neither stoop to conquer | |
| Not do they stoop to praise | |
| And the mines are void of diamonds | |
| That we carry in our rags | |
| Then all the world seems | |
| A sadness song | |
| And all the world seems | |
| A sadness song |