Song | A Crack in Melancholy Time |
Artist | The Legendary Pink Dots |
Album | Farewell, Milky Way [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Legendary Pink Dots | |
I lean on the fence and you squat in the middle and we wait till | |
the stream runs dry. | |
Though you don't see the sense and we can't solve the riddle, | |
it's amazing how time flies. | |
And we hear the children calling. We agree that it's appalling | |
but it's best to keep on stalling. Count me out. | |
Now there's bloood on my hands and I'm wearing a muzzle so I'll | |
look the other way. I'll place my head in the sand and let the | |
rest solve the puzzle. I'll think about just who's to blame cos | |
I hear the children weeping and I see the virus creeping. | |
History is repeating. Count me out. | |
Now there's chains round my neck and my head's in the oven and | |
the crowd kicks at my door. And you're leading the pack under | |
wraps, undercover cos you need to win this war. | |
You picked up your flag and kissed it with your black volcanic | |
lipstick. Now I'm simply your statistic...count me out. |
zuo ci : Legendary Pink Dots | |
I lean on the fence and you squat in the middle and we wait till | |
the stream runs dry. | |
Though you don' t see the sense and we can' t solve the riddle, | |
it' s amazing how time flies. | |
And we hear the children calling. We agree that it' s appalling | |
but it' s best to keep on stalling. Count me out. | |
Now there' s bloood on my hands and I' m wearing a muzzle so I' ll | |
look the other way. I' ll place my head in the sand and let the | |
rest solve the puzzle. I' ll think about just who' s to blame cos | |
I hear the children weeping and I see the virus creeping. | |
History is repeating. Count me out. | |
Now there' s chains round my neck and my head' s in the oven and | |
the crowd kicks at my door. And you' re leading the pack under | |
wraps, undercover cos you need to win this war. | |
You picked up your flag and kissed it with your black volcanic | |
lipstick. Now I' m simply your statistic... count me out. |
zuò cí : Legendary Pink Dots | |
I lean on the fence and you squat in the middle and we wait till | |
the stream runs dry. | |
Though you don' t see the sense and we can' t solve the riddle, | |
it' s amazing how time flies. | |
And we hear the children calling. We agree that it' s appalling | |
but it' s best to keep on stalling. Count me out. | |
Now there' s bloood on my hands and I' m wearing a muzzle so I' ll | |
look the other way. I' ll place my head in the sand and let the | |
rest solve the puzzle. I' ll think about just who' s to blame cos | |
I hear the children weeping and I see the virus creeping. | |
History is repeating. Count me out. | |
Now there' s chains round my neck and my head' s in the oven and | |
the crowd kicks at my door. And you' re leading the pack under | |
wraps, undercover cos you need to win this war. | |
You picked up your flag and kissed it with your black volcanic | |
lipstick. Now I' m simply your statistic... count me out. |