[00:00.00] 作词 : Sam Beam
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Sam Beam
[00:27.76]Love was a promise made of smoke
[00:31.44]In a frozen copse of trees
[00:34.51]
[00:40.13]A bone cold and older than our bodies
[00:43.70]Slowly floating in the sea
[00:45.63]
[00:52.39]Every morning there were planes
[00:54.44]
[00:54.95]The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's skies
[00:59.01]
[01:05.38]Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow
[01:09.32]Tight against her hollows, her unholy child
[01:11.57]
[01:17.51]I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat
[01:21.20]
[01:22.07]Among the angry cemetery leaves
[01:24.07]
[01:30.32]When they caught the king beneath the borrowed car
[01:33.32]
[01:34.01]Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys
[01:37.39]
[02:41.30]Love was a father's flag and sung like a shank
[02:46.68]In a cake on our leather boots
[02:49.99]
[02:53.86]A beautiful feather floating down
[02:56.99]To where the birds had shit on empty chapel pews
[03:00.24]
[03:06.11]Every morning we found one more machine
[03:09.30]To mock our ever waning patience at the well
[03:12.43]
[03:18.80]Every evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks
[03:22.80]And singing something good where all the horses fell
[03:25.87]
[03:31.18]Like a snake within the wilted garden wall
[03:33.61]
[03:34.62]I'd hint to her every possibility
[03:36.43]
[03:43.87]While with his gun the pagan angel rose to say
[03:47.55]My love is one made to break every bended knee
[03:50.68]
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作词 : Sam Beam
作曲 : Sam Beam
Love was a promise made of smoke
In a frozen copse of trees
A bone cold and older than our bodies
Slowly floating in the sea
Every morning there were planes
The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's skies
Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow
Tight against her hollows, her unholy child
I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat
Among the angry cemetery leaves
When they caught the king beneath the borrowed car
Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys
Love was a father's flag and sung like a shank
In a cake on our leather boots
A beautiful feather floating down
To where the birds had shit on empty chapel pews
Every morning we found one more machine
To mock our ever waning patience at the well
Every evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks
And singing something good where all the horses fell
Like a snake within the wilted garden wall
I'd hint to her every possibility
While with his gun the pagan angel rose to say
My love is one made to break every bended knee