[00:00.00] 作词 : Momus
[00:30.96]In the sanatorium
[00:32.94]I've booked a private room
[00:35.16]Where you can feel at home
[00:37.08]Where we can be alone
[00:39.00]Just you, the nurse and me
[00:41.52]In mountain scenery
[00:46.71]All the time that you've been ill
[00:48.84]Your face has looked so pale
[00:50.91]Drained by the force of will
[00:52.77]Drained by the wait until
[00:54.63]My treatment makes you well
[00:57.78]Or weaker still
[01:02.46]Half in love with easeful death
[01:06.48]I cloud the mirror with your breath
[01:10.29]Half in love with this disease
[01:12.99]That keeps you close to me
[01:17.94]Your eyes grow heavy as I read
[01:20.19]'The Immoralist' by Andre Gide
[01:26.07]Fall asleep my sickly darling
[01:29.01]Rest in peace
[01:33.90]Men you used to know declare
[01:36.03]Their most sincere desire
[01:37.98]To travel here and share
[01:39.90]The treatment you require
[01:41.79]Their letters saying they care
[01:45.09]Are on the fire
[01:49.68]As I interrupt the muslin
[01:52.05]Hanging round the bed
[01:53.85]I wake you with the rustling
[01:56.04]And you raise your head
[01:57.78]And ask again, your voice uncertain
[02:02.34]If you're not a burden
[02:05.31]Half in love with easeful death
[02:09.03]I cloud the mirror with your breath
[02:13.11]Half in love with this disease
[02:15.93]That keeps you close to me
[02:20.82]Your eyes grow heavy as I read
[02:24.66]'The Immoralist' by Andre Gide
[02:26.70]Fall asleep my sickly darling
[02:31.95]Rest in peace
[02:56.28]I wonder, as I watch you sleep
[02:58.74]If this possessive streak
[03:00.66]Will make me force my love
[03:02.70]Or if the trick is cheap
[03:04.62]And if you took your drug
[03:07.08]And if you're deep enough asleep
[03:55.74]In the sanatorium
[03:56.49]I've booked a private room
[04:00.69]Where you can feel at home
[04:01.65]Where we can be alone
[04:03.57]Just you, the nurse and me
[04:06.21]In mountain scenery
[04:06.63](For love will endure or not endure regardless of where we are)

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)