[00:00.000] 作词 : Matt Maltese/Celeste
[00:00.019] 作曲 : Matt Maltese/Celeste
[00:00.039]And so
[00:04.342]Got a feeling I should go
[00:10.128]Got a little bit of sense left
[00:15.767]Know you took most of that
[00:22.198]What is there
[00:25.876]But just a little bit of dark and hope in you
[00:32.346]Just a little dance to get where we must get too
[00:37.610]Better drag yourself again
[00:42.316]
[00:42.617]And it’s little bit absurd, my world spins on
[00:48.561]Like a theatre of the day by day, there's so much wrong
[00:53.437]Yes, I know out there is our abyss
[00:58.339]But I must dress up and move like this
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[01:22.841]They put me back together
[01:25.542]Two arms, one nose
[01:27.637]And a dress that fits the weather
[01:30.257]Perfumed me with a rose
[01:32.587]With a science it begins
[01:35.298]In the absence of dear friends
[01:37.600]A single figure in the wings
[01:42.791]And the symphony goes on and on and on
[01:47.508]In mausoleums made of birth and bricks and son
[01:52.450]Here is where the new borns blink
[01:57.630]Here is where the angels sing
[02:02.576]
[02:02.693]There's the swell of strings
[02:04.965]The quire in constant rage
[02:07.375]It's the pit that sets the time but we never see them play
[02:12.518]The song we sometimes sing for tulips and spare change
[02:17.368]At lease I have the band in check
[02:22.506]On With The Show

作词 : Matt Maltese/Celeste
作曲 : Matt Maltese/Celeste
And so
Got a feeling I should go
Got a little bit of sense left
Know you took most of that
What is there
But just a little bit of dark and hope in you
Just a little dance to get where we must get too
Better drag yourself again
And it’s little bit absurd, my world spins on
Like a theatre of the day by day, there's so much wrong
Yes, I know out there is our abyss
But I must dress up and move like this
On With The Show
They put me back together
Two arms, one nose
And a dress that fits the weather
Perfumed me with a rose
With a science it begins
In the absence of dear friends
A single figure in the wings
And the symphony goes on and on and on
In mausoleums made of birth and bricks and son
Here is where the new borns blink
Here is where the angels sing
There's the swell of strings
The quire in constant rage
It's the pit that sets the time but we never see them play
The song we sometimes sing for tulips and spare change
At lease I have the band in check
On With The Show