A Sad Sadness Song

	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

	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