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[00:00.000] 作词 : Jeff Buckley/Michael Tighe/Mick Grondahl/Matthew Johnson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jeff Buckley/Michael Tighe/Mick Grondahl/Matthew Johnson
[00:15.953]Lady, all the troubles are my fright, I disgust you
[00:23.460]Feel the power you cut the truth into you
[00:31.198]Why do you think I did not on this rely?
[00:37.969]I could kiss you with lines of escape in my mouth
[00:55.947]Please let me bring back these gifts of mine to the woman
[01:03.217]Stars shined on my back as I slept and knew you
[01:11.204]You didn't leave it all
[01:14.455]You made an even call
[01:18.445]My belly released the stars and tears between the scars
[01:25.202]Ooh
[01:47.926]Below this we'll end here until the end of time
[01:51.918]Beyond the moment that ends our bondage
[01:56.160]I am your failed husband contender
[01:59.408]I'm your loan shark of bliss
[02:03.414]This dream you've ridden on turns your world to explosions
[02:10.675]I need to be alone to heal this bleeding stone
[02:20.168]Now, smell the rain of London, it still insists
[02:26.662]That we beg for our purity
[02:38.923]As if we are pure in the reign of our contentment
[02:51.166]As if I can think of this no more
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作词 : Jeff Buckley/Michael Tighe/Mick Grondahl/Matthew Johnson
作曲 : Jeff Buckley/Michael Tighe/Mick Grondahl/Matthew Johnson
Lady, all the troubles are my fright, I disgust you
Feel the power you cut the truth into you
Why do you think I did not on this rely?
I could kiss you with lines of escape in my mouth
Please let me bring back these gifts of mine to the woman
Stars shined on my back as I slept and knew you
You didn't leave it all
You made an even call
My belly released the stars and tears between the scars
Ooh
Below this we'll end here until the end of time
Beyond the moment that ends our bondage
I am your failed husband contender
I'm your loan shark of bliss
This dream you've ridden on turns your world to explosions
I need to be alone to heal this bleeding stone
Now, smell the rain of London, it still insists
That we beg for our purity
As if we are pure in the reign of our contentment
As if I can think of this no more