Song | Fortress Around Your Heart |
Artist | Sting |
Album | Fields of Gold: The Best of Sting 1984-1994 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : SUMNER, GORDON(STING) | |
Under the ruins of a walled city | |
Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light | |
No flags of truce, no cries of pity | |
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night | |
It took a day to build the city | |
We walked through its streets in the afternoon | |
As I returned across the fields I'd known | |
I recognized the walls that I once laid | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I'd laid | |
And if I have built this fortress around your heart | |
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire | |
Then let me build a bridge | |
For I cannot fill the chasm | |
And let me set the battlements on fire | |
Then I went off to fight some battle | |
That I'd invented inside my head | |
Away so long for years and years | |
You probably thought or even wished that I was dead | |
While the armies all are sleeping | |
Beneath the tattered flag we'd made | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I'd laid | |
This prison has now become your home | |
A sentence you seem prepared to pay | |
It took a day to build the city | |
We walked through its streets in the afternoon | |
As I returned across the lands I'd known | |
I recognized the fields where I'd once played | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I'd laid |
zuo ci : SUMNER, GORDON STING | |
Under the ruins of a walled city | |
Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light | |
No flags of truce, no cries of pity | |
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night | |
It took a day to build the city | |
We walked through its streets in the afternoon | |
As I returned across the fields I' d known | |
I recognized the walls that I once laid | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I' d laid | |
And if I have built this fortress around your heart | |
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire | |
Then let me build a bridge | |
For I cannot fill the chasm | |
And let me set the battlements on fire | |
Then I went off to fight some battle | |
That I' d invented inside my head | |
Away so long for years and years | |
You probably thought or even wished that I was dead | |
While the armies all are sleeping | |
Beneath the tattered flag we' d made | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I' d laid | |
This prison has now become your home | |
A sentence you seem prepared to pay | |
It took a day to build the city | |
We walked through its streets in the afternoon | |
As I returned across the lands I' d known | |
I recognized the fields where I' d once played | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I' d laid |
zuò cí : SUMNER, GORDON STING | |
Under the ruins of a walled city | |
Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light | |
No flags of truce, no cries of pity | |
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night | |
It took a day to build the city | |
We walked through its streets in the afternoon | |
As I returned across the fields I' d known | |
I recognized the walls that I once laid | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I' d laid | |
And if I have built this fortress around your heart | |
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire | |
Then let me build a bridge | |
For I cannot fill the chasm | |
And let me set the battlements on fire | |
Then I went off to fight some battle | |
That I' d invented inside my head | |
Away so long for years and years | |
You probably thought or even wished that I was dead | |
While the armies all are sleeping | |
Beneath the tattered flag we' d made | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I' d laid | |
This prison has now become your home | |
A sentence you seem prepared to pay | |
It took a day to build the city | |
We walked through its streets in the afternoon | |
As I returned across the lands I' d known | |
I recognized the fields where I' d once played | |
I had to stop in my tracks for fear | |
Of walking on the mines I' d laid |