In the Sanatorium

	作词 : Momus
	In the sanatorium
	I've booked a private room
	Where you can feel at home
	Where we can be alone
	Just you, the nurse and me
	In mountain scenery
	All the time that you've been ill
	Your face has looked so pale
	Drained by the force of will
	Drained by the wait until
	My treatment makes you well
	Or weaker still
	Half in love with easeful death
	I cloud the mirror with your breath
	Half in love with this disease
	That keeps you close to me
	Your eyes grow heavy as I read
	'The Immoralist' by Andre Gide
	Fall asleep my sickly darling
	Rest in peace
	Men you used to know declare
	Their most sincere desire
	To travel here and share
	The treatment you require
	Their letters saying they care
	Are on the fire
	As I interrupt the muslin
	Hanging round the bed
	I wake you with the rustling
	And you raise your head
	And ask again, your voice uncertain
	If you're not a burden
	Half in love with easeful death
	I cloud the mirror with your breath
	Half in love with this disease
	That keeps you close to me
	Your eyes grow heavy as I read
	'The Immoralist' by Andre Gide
	Fall asleep my sickly darling
	Rest in peace
	I wonder, as I watch you sleep
	If this possessive streak
	Will make me force my love
	Or if the trick is cheap
	And if you took your drug
	And if you're deep enough asleep
	In the sanatorium
	I've booked a private room
	Where you can feel at home
	Where we can be alone
	Just you, the nurse and me
	In mountain scenery
	(For love will endure or not endure regardless of where we are)

	zuò cí : Momus
	In the sanatorium
	I' ve booked a private room
	Where you can feel at home
	Where we can be alone
	Just you, the nurse and me
	In mountain scenery
	All the time that you' ve been ill
	Your face has looked so pale
	Drained by the force of will
	Drained by the wait until
	My treatment makes you well
	Or weaker still
	Half in love with easeful death
	I cloud the mirror with your breath
	Half in love with this disease
	That keeps you close to me
	Your eyes grow heavy as I read
	' The Immoralist' by Andre Gide
	Fall asleep my sickly darling
	Rest in peace
	Men you used to know declare
	Their most sincere desire
	To travel here and share
	The treatment you require
	Their letters saying they care
	Are on the fire
	As I interrupt the muslin
	Hanging round the bed
	I wake you with the rustling
	And you raise your head
	And ask again, your voice uncertain
	If you' re not a burden
	Half in love with easeful death
	I cloud the mirror with your breath
	Half in love with this disease
	That keeps you close to me
	Your eyes grow heavy as I read
	' The Immoralist' by Andre Gide
	Fall asleep my sickly darling
	Rest in peace
	I wonder, as I watch you sleep
	If this possessive streak
	Will make me force my love
	Or if the trick is cheap
	And if you took your drug
	And if you' re deep enough asleep
	In the sanatorium
	I' ve booked a private room
	Where you can feel at home
	Where we can be alone
	Just you, the nurse and me
	In mountain scenery
	For love will endure or not endure regardless of where we are