[00:00.000] 作词 : Emiliana Torrini/Simon Byrt
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Emiliana Torrini/Simon Byrt
[00:24.337] You live by a mantra that describes you well
[00:27.428] Be curious, not judgemental
[00:31.238] I don't know why I suddenly remembered that
[00:34.404] Our encounter such a pleasant memory
[00:37.230] You're easy to talk to and hard to forget
[00:40.715] And no, I still haven't been to the Scottish meadows
[00:46.898] You know that dream?
[00:49.025] It still keeps coming back to me
[00:51.992] I'm standing by a lake pitch black in the full moon
[00:56.159] The forest mirrors perfectly on the still surface
[01:00.719] So still is the water, you can see every detail, every texture
[01:08.359] So undisturbed that when I enter, it's as if entering into
[01:14.565] Pitch, black, oil
[01:19.688] Moonbeams strike the waves, making white lights flow and dance
[01:25.006] On the branches of a tree that bows above me
[01:30.856] The quality of that moment passed me by
[01:36.300] The perfection of it somehow uneventful
[01:41.778] Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror
[01:44.937] Of nowhere to hide
[01:47.373] A blowback, I left traces
[01:53.250] And it hurts the regret stabbing at my chest
[01:59.051] I lived most of my life behind the curtain
[02:04.532] We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
[02:10.218] We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
[02:19.507] I look down, not expecting to see my hand in the dark water
[02:25.068] But there it is under a perfectly clear, almost hyaline surface
[02:31.194] It seems paler than it really is
[02:35.036] Ripples circle my body, gliding forward over the perfect mirror image of the night
[02:41.523] Obscuring the detailed textures of the forest
[02:44.737] And disturbing the twinkling light of the stars that cover a pretend sky
[02:50.048] Moonbeams strike the waves, making white lights flow and dance
[02:55.392] On the branches of a tree that bowes above me
[03:01.204] The quality of that moment passed me by
[03:06.708] The perfection of it somehow uneventful
[03:12.157] Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror
[03:15.325] Of nowhere to hide
[03:17.757] A blowback, I left traces
[03:23.607] And it hurts, the regret stabbing at my chest
[03:29.409] I lived most of my life behind the curtain
[03:34.916] We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
[03:40.552] We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
[03:49.037] I hope you are still in London
[03:51.932] I soon will be and want to take some more pleasant walks with you
[03:57.435] Right after, I must head to Istanbul
[04:00.355] You must tell me how to reach that fascinating cave city you explored
[04:06.594] Now leave your address and phone number at all of the places I wrote you
[04:11.699] In case you don't receive this letter by Friday
[04:15.205] Let us plan to meet at noon, Sunday
[04:17.677] In front of Westminster Abbey
[04:20.460] Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
[04:23.289] Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
[04:25.996] Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
[04:28.654] Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
[04:31.568] Moonbeams strike the waves
[04:34.436] Moonbeams strike the waves
[04:37.158] Moonbeams strike the waves
[04:39.936] Moonbeams strike the waves

作词 : Emiliana Torrini/Simon Byrt
作曲 : Emiliana Torrini/Simon Byrt
You live by a mantra that describes you well
Be curious, not judgemental
I don't know why I suddenly remembered that
Our encounter such a pleasant memory
You're easy to talk to and hard to forget
And no, I still haven't been to the Scottish meadows
You know that dream?
It still keeps coming back to me
I'm standing by a lake pitch black in the full moon
The forest mirrors perfectly on the still surface
So still is the water, you can see every detail, every texture
So undisturbed that when I enter, it's as if entering into
Pitch, black, oil
Moonbeams strike the waves, making white lights flow and dance
On the branches of a tree that bows above me
The quality of that moment passed me by
The perfection of it somehow uneventful
Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror
Of nowhere to hide
A blowback, I left traces
And it hurts the regret stabbing at my chest
I lived most of my life behind the curtain
We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
I look down, not expecting to see my hand in the dark water
But there it is under a perfectly clear, almost hyaline surface
It seems paler than it really is
Ripples circle my body, gliding forward over the perfect mirror image of the night
Obscuring the detailed textures of the forest
And disturbing the twinkling light of the stars that cover a pretend sky
Moonbeams strike the waves, making white lights flow and dance
On the branches of a tree that bowes above me
The quality of that moment passed me by
The perfection of it somehow uneventful
Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror
Of nowhere to hide
A blowback, I left traces
And it hurts, the regret stabbing at my chest
I lived most of my life behind the curtain
We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
I hope you are still in London
I soon will be and want to take some more pleasant walks with you
Right after, I must head to Istanbul
You must tell me how to reach that fascinating cave city you explored
Now leave your address and phone number at all of the places I wrote you
In case you don't receive this letter by Friday
Let us plan to meet at noon, Sunday
In front of Westminster Abbey
Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
Moonbeams strike the waves (We are only as sick as our darkest secrets)
Moonbeams strike the waves
Moonbeams strike the waves
Moonbeams strike the waves
Moonbeams strike the waves