| Song | Gutter Hearts |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Vermin in Ermine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Almond | |
| Sitting on the kerb | |
| You wipe the tears away again | |
| The gutter holds your sallow hearts | |
| That wash down with the rain | |
| Barbed and brittle hands that push | |
| The hair out of your eyes | |
| Pavement fires a-flicker | |
| Like a host of fire flies | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| In cardboard box city | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| A dark cacophony | |
| The wolven of the orphan gangs | |
| Take turns to search and steal | |
| They splash about the puddles | |
| And are trodden under heel | |
| They bathe their pearly faces | |
| In the lights of chinatown | |
| And they lick their pearly fingers | |
| When the street lamps flicker down | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| In cardboard box city | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| A dark cacophony | |
| All night i've been up | |
| With the bitterest of thoughts | |
| I can't seem to throw | |
| All my cares to the wind | |
| Makes me sleep feverish | |
| Makes me sleep scared | |
| Pillow of secrets | |
| And blanket of sins |
| zuo ci : Almond | |
| Sitting on the kerb | |
| You wipe the tears away again | |
| The gutter holds your sallow hearts | |
| That wash down with the rain | |
| Barbed and brittle hands that push | |
| The hair out of your eyes | |
| Pavement fires aflicker | |
| Like a host of fire flies | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| In cardboard box city | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| A dark cacophony | |
| The wolven of the orphan gangs | |
| Take turns to search and steal | |
| They splash about the puddles | |
| And are trodden under heel | |
| They bathe their pearly faces | |
| In the lights of chinatown | |
| And they lick their pearly fingers | |
| When the street lamps flicker down | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| In cardboard box city | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| A dark cacophony | |
| All night i' ve been up | |
| With the bitterest of thoughts | |
| I can' t seem to throw | |
| All my cares to the wind | |
| Makes me sleep feverish | |
| Makes me sleep scared | |
| Pillow of secrets | |
| And blanket of sins |
| zuò cí : Almond | |
| Sitting on the kerb | |
| You wipe the tears away again | |
| The gutter holds your sallow hearts | |
| That wash down with the rain | |
| Barbed and brittle hands that push | |
| The hair out of your eyes | |
| Pavement fires aflicker | |
| Like a host of fire flies | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| In cardboard box city | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| A dark cacophony | |
| The wolven of the orphan gangs | |
| Take turns to search and steal | |
| They splash about the puddles | |
| And are trodden under heel | |
| They bathe their pearly faces | |
| In the lights of chinatown | |
| And they lick their pearly fingers | |
| When the street lamps flicker down | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| In cardboard box city | |
| My song calls from the gutter | |
| And the gutter sings to me | |
| A roundabout of down and outs | |
| A dark cacophony | |
| All night i' ve been up | |
| With the bitterest of thoughts | |
| I can' t seem to throw | |
| All my cares to the wind | |
| Makes me sleep feverish | |
| Makes me sleep scared | |
| Pillow of secrets | |
| And blanket of sins |