| Song | Where Do We Go Now but Nowhere? |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | The Boatman's Call |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cave | |
| I remember a girl so very well | |
| The carnival drums all mad in the air | |
| Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun | |
| And then we fucked it down again | |
| Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down | |
| Going round and round to nowhere | |
| The kitten that padded and purred on my lap | |
| Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear | |
| I turn the other cheek and you lay into that | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| Across clinical benches with nothing to talk | |
| Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer | |
| While the bones of our child crumble like chalk | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| I remember a girl so bold and so bright | |
| Loose-limbed and laughing and brazen and bare | |
| Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| You come for me now with a cake that you've made | |
| Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair | |
| Full of glass and bleach and my old razorblades | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| If they'd give me my clothes back then I could go home | |
| From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air | |
| Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| Around the duck pond we grimly mope | |
| Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again | |
| And one more doomed time and without much hope | |
| Going round and around to nowhere | |
| From the balcony we watched the carnival band | |
| The crack of the drum a little child did scare | |
| I can still feel his tiny fingers pressed in my hand | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| If I could relive one day of my life | |
| If I could relive just a single one | |
| You on the balcony, my future wife | |
| O who could have known, but no one | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover make up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover make up |
| zuo ci : Cave | |
| I remember a girl so very well | |
| The carnival drums all mad in the air | |
| Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun | |
| And then we fucked it down again | |
| Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down | |
| Going round and round to nowhere | |
| The kitten that padded and purred on my lap | |
| Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear | |
| I turn the other cheek and you lay into that | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| Across clinical benches with nothing to talk | |
| Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer | |
| While the bones of our child crumble like chalk | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| I remember a girl so bold and so bright | |
| Looselimbed and laughing and brazen and bare | |
| Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| You come for me now with a cake that you' ve made | |
| Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair | |
| Full of glass and bleach and my old razorblades | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| If they' d give me my clothes back then I could go home | |
| From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air | |
| Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| Around the duck pond we grimly mope | |
| Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again | |
| And one more doomed time and without much hope | |
| Going round and around to nowhere | |
| From the balcony we watched the carnival band | |
| The crack of the drum a little child did scare | |
| I can still feel his tiny fingers pressed in my hand | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| If I could relive one day of my life | |
| If I could relive just a single one | |
| You on the balcony, my future wife | |
| O who could have known, but no one | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover make up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover make up |
| zuò cí : Cave | |
| I remember a girl so very well | |
| The carnival drums all mad in the air | |
| Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun | |
| And then we fucked it down again | |
| Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down | |
| Going round and round to nowhere | |
| The kitten that padded and purred on my lap | |
| Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear | |
| I turn the other cheek and you lay into that | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| Across clinical benches with nothing to talk | |
| Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer | |
| While the bones of our child crumble like chalk | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| I remember a girl so bold and so bright | |
| Looselimbed and laughing and brazen and bare | |
| Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| You come for me now with a cake that you' ve made | |
| Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair | |
| Full of glass and bleach and my old razorblades | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover wake up | |
| If they' d give me my clothes back then I could go home | |
| From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air | |
| Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| Around the duck pond we grimly mope | |
| Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again | |
| And one more doomed time and without much hope | |
| Going round and around to nowhere | |
| From the balcony we watched the carnival band | |
| The crack of the drum a little child did scare | |
| I can still feel his tiny fingers pressed in my hand | |
| O where do we go now but nowhere | |
| If I could relive one day of my life | |
| If I could relive just a single one | |
| You on the balcony, my future wife | |
| O who could have known, but no one | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover make up | |
| O wake up, my love, my lover make up |