| Song | Robes of Bible Black |
| Artist | Howe Gelb |
| Album | 'Sno Angel Like You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gelb | |
| Keep little the promise | |
| but less the lie | |
| from down this mud here | |
| to way up sky | |
| let light and love | |
| be keep to the test | |
| and short supply | |
| never enter the nest | |
| now sleep with eyes rolled back | |
| so tongue might taste | |
| the sweet dream water | |
| and not the waste | |
| when time to turn | |
| come time awake | |
| back from luck | |
| to the same mistake | |
| Keep little the promise | |
| but less the lie | |
| from down this mud here | |
| to way up sky | |
| let light and love | |
| be keep to the test | |
| and short supply | |
| never enter the nest | |
| faint heart will rise | |
| from track to trail | |
| when the storm will ease | |
| and clear skies prevail | |
| it’ll find the one | |
| with the heartless wail | |
| it’ll slide back in | |
| where love grew stale | |
| wearing the robes | |
| of bible black | |
| torn to shreds now | |
| from self attack | |
| lingering long | |
| when it’s time to turn back | |
| better burying faint heart | |
| by the railroad track |
| zuo qu : Gelb | |
| Keep little the promise | |
| but less the lie | |
| from down this mud here | |
| to way up sky | |
| let light and love | |
| be keep to the test | |
| and short supply | |
| never enter the nest | |
| now sleep with eyes rolled back | |
| so tongue might taste | |
| the sweet dream water | |
| and not the waste | |
| when time to turn | |
| come time awake | |
| back from luck | |
| to the same mistake | |
| Keep little the promise | |
| but less the lie | |
| from down this mud here | |
| to way up sky | |
| let light and love | |
| be keep to the test | |
| and short supply | |
| never enter the nest | |
| faint heart will rise | |
| from track to trail | |
| when the storm will ease | |
| and clear skies prevail | |
| it' ll find the one | |
| with the heartless wail | |
| it' ll slide back in | |
| where love grew stale | |
| wearing the robes | |
| of bible black | |
| torn to shreds now | |
| from self attack | |
| lingering long | |
| when it' s time to turn back | |
| better burying faint heart | |
| by the railroad track |
| zuò qǔ : Gelb | |
| Keep little the promise | |
| but less the lie | |
| from down this mud here | |
| to way up sky | |
| let light and love | |
| be keep to the test | |
| and short supply | |
| never enter the nest | |
| now sleep with eyes rolled back | |
| so tongue might taste | |
| the sweet dream water | |
| and not the waste | |
| when time to turn | |
| come time awake | |
| back from luck | |
| to the same mistake | |
| Keep little the promise | |
| but less the lie | |
| from down this mud here | |
| to way up sky | |
| let light and love | |
| be keep to the test | |
| and short supply | |
| never enter the nest | |
| faint heart will rise | |
| from track to trail | |
| when the storm will ease | |
| and clear skies prevail | |
| it' ll find the one | |
| with the heartless wail | |
| it' ll slide back in | |
| where love grew stale | |
| wearing the robes | |
| of bible black | |
| torn to shreds now | |
| from self attack | |
| lingering long | |
| when it' s time to turn back | |
| better burying faint heart | |
| by the railroad track |