Song | A Midwinter Night's Dream |
Artist | Michael Hedges |
Album | Road to Return |
作曲 : Hedges | |
Once upon a timeless night | |
once behind my dreams | |
you scratched my makeup off so I could scream | |
The playhouse will pack tonight | |
metropolitan appeal | |
and all the actors fake | |
forgetting props are real | |
And the sirens harmonize tonight | |
in a million dollar show | |
they’re racing to that blazing fire glow | |
Policemen man their spotlight cars | |
and race around the stage | |
in my mobile dressing room the drivers change | |
The set is falling through the night | |
twenty inches deep | |
and all the shifting snow will drift my soul to sleep | |
Beneath the cold cold cream | |
she hides | |
refusing to yield her concrete arteries of life concealed | |
And the sirens harmonize tonight | |
in a million dollar show | |
they’re racing to that blazing fire glow | |
Policemen man their spotlight cars | |
and race around the stage | |
in my mobile dressing room the drivers change | |
I'm talking to my leading lady | |
she’s asking me how long | |
will these horizontal friends she made belong | |
So if you throw your cast away | |
we can travel on | |
if the beltway loosens up before the dawn | |
And the sirens harmonize tonight | |
in a million dollar show | |
they’re racing to that blazing fire glow | |
Policemen man their spotlight cars | |
and race around the stage | |
in my mobile dressing room the drivers change… | |
my sad-eyed drivers change |
zuò qǔ : Hedges | |
Once upon a timeless night | |
once behind my dreams | |
you scratched my makeup off so I could scream | |
The playhouse will pack tonight | |
metropolitan appeal | |
and all the actors fake | |
forgetting props are real | |
And the sirens harmonize tonight | |
in a million dollar show | |
they' re racing to that blazing fire glow | |
Policemen man their spotlight cars | |
and race around the stage | |
in my mobile dressing room the drivers change | |
The set is falling through the night | |
twenty inches deep | |
and all the shifting snow will drift my soul to sleep | |
Beneath the cold cold cream | |
she hides | |
refusing to yield her concrete arteries of life concealed | |
And the sirens harmonize tonight | |
in a million dollar show | |
they' re racing to that blazing fire glow | |
Policemen man their spotlight cars | |
and race around the stage | |
in my mobile dressing room the drivers change | |
I' m talking to my leading lady | |
she' s asking me how long | |
will these horizontal friends she made belong | |
So if you throw your cast away | |
we can travel on | |
if the beltway loosens up before the dawn | |
And the sirens harmonize tonight | |
in a million dollar show | |
they' re racing to that blazing fire glow | |
Policemen man their spotlight cars | |
and race around the stage | |
in my mobile dressing room the drivers change | |
my sadeyed drivers change |