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 |