[00:00.00] 作词 : S. Colvin
[00:01.00] 作曲 : S. Colvin
[00:30.30]S. Colvin
[00:30.69]It is the dead of the night
[00:41.52]Oh the dead of the night
[00:53.07]I live on a dream, it came to me
[00:57.87]When I was young
[01:03.81]I brought it here, and now for years
[01:08.37]The streets of London keep it safe and warm
[01:14.79]Every morning it dies and it is reborn
[01:18.12]In the dead of the night
[01:42.90]I keep a pencil and a book
[01:52.92]I say this is how a life can look
[02:06.09]Russian roulette, French-kissed cigarette
[02:10.56]And the silence like an anvil
[02:16.23]The things that you learn, but now all
[02:19.71]that burns
[02:20.94]Is a candle
[02:23.25]And the fog melts over the night, and
[02:28.20]it softens the edges
[02:30.12]I begin to write in the dead of the night
[03:16.47]A bead of sweat runs down my arm
[03:21.09]And I drink it from my skin
[03:26.37]It is the most real thing that I feel
[03:32.01]It is communion
[03:43.02]Bless the meek
[03:43.29]Heal the sick
[03:43.53]Protect the weak
[03:43.89]In the dead of the night

作词 : S. Colvin
作曲 : S. Colvin
S. Colvin
It is the dead of the night
Oh the dead of the night
I live on a dream, it came to me
When I was young
I brought it here, and now for years
The streets of London keep it safe and warm
Every morning it dies and it is reborn
In the dead of the night
I keep a pencil and a book
I say this is how a life can look
Russian roulette, French-kissed cigarette
And the silence like an anvil
The things that you learn, but now all
that burns
Is a candle
And the fog melts over the night, and
it softens the edges
I begin to write in the dead of the night
A bead of sweat runs down my arm
And I drink it from my skin
It is the most real thing that I feel
It is communion
Bless the meek
Heal the sick
Protect the weak
In the dead of the night