Song | Letters from the Wasteland |
Artist | The Wallflowers |
Album | Breach |
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作词 : Dylan | |
Now coming down | |
From out of this swan dive | |
To your arms I make no sound | |
When I move through your reservoir | |
But I wake up quick | |
And I wake up sick | |
As you abandon me | |
Into these fields of rank and file | |
Through this crowd I hear you breathing | |
And through this bars I watch them bring more in | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
It may take two to tango | |
But boy, only one to let go | |
It's just one to let go | |
Now boy keep still | |
Don't spread yourself around | |
Get back in line | |
Eat your bread and just work the plow | |
'Cause your not through | |
They're not done with you | |
Did you think you were | |
The only one that's been let down | |
So sleep tight | |
Little boys of the new damned | |
Another drop in the | |
Tidal wave of quicksand | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
It may take two to tango | |
But boy, just one to let go | |
It's just one to let go | |
Now another bad idea gets through | |
Down this assembly line to you | |
You're every bridge I should have burned | |
Every lesson I've unlearned | |
But in this smoke-filled waiting room | |
With incarcerated love sick fools | |
I wait for you to cut me loose | |
Till then I... | |
Send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own |
zuo ci : Dylan | |
Now coming down | |
From out of this swan dive | |
To your arms I make no sound | |
When I move through your reservoir | |
But I wake up quick | |
And I wake up sick | |
As you abandon me | |
Into these fields of rank and file | |
Through this crowd I hear you breathing | |
And through this bars I watch them bring more in | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
It may take two to tango | |
But boy, only one to let go | |
It' s just one to let go | |
Now boy keep still | |
Don' t spread yourself around | |
Get back in line | |
Eat your bread and just work the plow | |
' Cause your not through | |
They' re not done with you | |
Did you think you were | |
The only one that' s been let down | |
So sleep tight | |
Little boys of the new damned | |
Another drop in the | |
Tidal wave of quicksand | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
It may take two to tango | |
But boy, just one to let go | |
It' s just one to let go | |
Now another bad idea gets through | |
Down this assembly line to you | |
You' re every bridge I should have burned | |
Every lesson I' ve unlearned | |
But in this smokefilled waiting room | |
With incarcerated love sick fools | |
I wait for you to cut me loose | |
Till then I... | |
Send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own |
zuò cí : Dylan | |
Now coming down | |
From out of this swan dive | |
To your arms I make no sound | |
When I move through your reservoir | |
But I wake up quick | |
And I wake up sick | |
As you abandon me | |
Into these fields of rank and file | |
Through this crowd I hear you breathing | |
And through this bars I watch them bring more in | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
It may take two to tango | |
But boy, only one to let go | |
It' s just one to let go | |
Now boy keep still | |
Don' t spread yourself around | |
Get back in line | |
Eat your bread and just work the plow | |
' Cause your not through | |
They' re not done with you | |
Did you think you were | |
The only one that' s been let down | |
So sleep tight | |
Little boys of the new damned | |
Another drop in the | |
Tidal wave of quicksand | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
It may take two to tango | |
But boy, just one to let go | |
It' s just one to let go | |
Now another bad idea gets through | |
Down this assembly line to you | |
You' re every bridge I should have burned | |
Every lesson I' ve unlearned | |
But in this smokefilled waiting room | |
With incarcerated love sick fools | |
I wait for you to cut me loose | |
Till then I... | |
Send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own | |
Now I send back letters | |
From the wasteland home | |
Where I slow dance | |
To this romance on my own |