Song | Who Was That Masked Man |
Artist | Van Morrison |
Album | Veedon Fleece |
作词 : Morrison | |
Oh, ain't it lonely | |
When you're living with a gun | |
When you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round | |
And you can't trust anyone | |
You just sit there like a butterfly | |
And you're all encased in glass | |
You're so fragile you just may break | |
And you don't know who to ask | |
Oh, ain't it lonely | |
When you're living with a gun | |
Well, you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round | |
And you can't trust anyone | |
You just sit there like a butterfly | |
You're well protected by the glass | |
You're such a rare collector's item | |
When they throw away what's trash | |
You can hang suspended from a star | |
Or wish on a toilet roll | |
You can just soak up the atmosphere | |
Like a fish inside a bowl | |
When the ghost comes round at midnight | |
Well, you both can have some fun | |
He can drive you mad, he can make you sad | |
He can keep you from the sun | |
When they take him down | |
He'll be both safe and sound | |
And the hand does fit the glove | |
And no matter what they tell you | |
There's good and evil in everyone |
zuò cí : Morrison | |
Oh, ain' t it lonely | |
When you' re living with a gun | |
When you can' t slow down and you can' t turn ' round | |
And you can' t trust anyone | |
You just sit there like a butterfly | |
And you' re all encased in glass | |
You' re so fragile you just may break | |
And you don' t know who to ask | |
Oh, ain' t it lonely | |
When you' re living with a gun | |
Well, you can' t slow down and you can' t turn ' round | |
And you can' t trust anyone | |
You just sit there like a butterfly | |
You' re well protected by the glass | |
You' re such a rare collector' s item | |
When they throw away what' s trash | |
You can hang suspended from a star | |
Or wish on a toilet roll | |
You can just soak up the atmosphere | |
Like a fish inside a bowl | |
When the ghost comes round at midnight | |
Well, you both can have some fun | |
He can drive you mad, he can make you sad | |
He can keep you from the sun | |
When they take him down | |
He' ll be both safe and sound | |
And the hand does fit the glove | |
And no matter what they tell you | |
There' s good and evil in everyone |