Choir of Cicadas Lyrics

Song	Choir of Cicadas
Artist	Poets of the Fall
Album	Ultraviolet
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[00:00.000]	作曲 : Marko Saaresto/Olli Tukiainen/Markus Kaarlonen
[00:01.000]	作词 : Marko Saaresto
[00:21.42]	It’s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
[00:28.42]	Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
[00:35.42]	So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
[00:43.42]	Don’t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
[00:52.42]	In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
[01:00.42]	When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
[01:08.42]	When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
[01:15.42]	All carved in the shape of freedom
[01:26.42]	Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
[01:33.42]	Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
[01:40.42]	And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
[01:47.42]	Like a work of art of uneasy rapport
[01:58.42]	The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
[02:05.42]	In the heat blurry air we’re down in the field
[02:12.42]	Where to the choir of cicadas’ jubilee
[02:20.42]	Among the clouds we once fell asleep
[02:30.42]	The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
[02:37.42]	Old mothers singing rusty old tales
[02:45.42]	Like revving engines keening sky high
[02:52.42]	Yet theirs is never a war cry
[03:02.42]	So I’ll be your lover now, brazen and bright
[03:10.42]	Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
[03:17.42]	Though what does a stray know ‘bout holy and true
[03:24.42]	But I’ll always come to your rescue
[03:48.42]	Oh lord won’t you hear your children cry
[03:55.42]	Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
[04:00.42]	I have no more words to describe
[04:08.42]	An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
[04:14.42]	So where is my lover, my firelight
[04:22.42]	The line on the edge of truth and rumour
[04:27.42]	We took our vows in the heart of the night
[04:34.42]	We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright

[00:00.000]	zuo qu : Marko Saaresto Olli Tukiainen Markus Kaarlonen
[00:01.000]	zuo ci : Marko Saaresto
[00:21.42]	It' s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
[00:28.42]	Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
[00:35.42]	So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
[00:43.42]	Don' t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
[00:52.42]	In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
[01:00.42]	When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
[01:08.42]	When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
[01:15.42]	All carved in the shape of freedom
[01:26.42]	Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
[01:33.42]	Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
[01:40.42]	And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
[01:47.42]	Like a work of art of uneasy rapport
[01:58.42]	The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
[02:05.42]	In the heat blurry air we' re down in the field
[02:12.42]	Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee
[02:20.42]	Among the clouds we once fell asleep
[02:30.42]	The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
[02:37.42]	Old mothers singing rusty old tales
[02:45.42]	Like revving engines keening sky high
[02:52.42]	Yet theirs is never a war cry
[03:02.42]	So I' ll be your lover now, brazen and bright
[03:10.42]	Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
[03:17.42]	Though what does a stray know ' bout holy and true
[03:24.42]	But I' ll always come to your rescue
[03:48.42]	Oh lord won' t you hear your children cry
[03:55.42]	Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
[04:00.42]	I have no more words to describe
[04:08.42]	An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
[04:14.42]	So where is my lover, my firelight
[04:22.42]	The line on the edge of truth and rumour
[04:27.42]	We took our vows in the heart of the night
[04:34.42]	We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright

[00:00.000]	zuò qǔ : Marko Saaresto Olli Tukiainen Markus Kaarlonen
[00:01.000]	zuò cí : Marko Saaresto
[00:21.42]	It' s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
[00:28.42]	Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
[00:35.42]	So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
[00:43.42]	Don' t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
[00:52.42]	In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
[01:00.42]	When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
[01:08.42]	When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
[01:15.42]	All carved in the shape of freedom
[01:26.42]	Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
[01:33.42]	Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
[01:40.42]	And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
[01:47.42]	Like a work of art of uneasy rapport
[01:58.42]	The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
[02:05.42]	In the heat blurry air we' re down in the field
[02:12.42]	Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee
[02:20.42]	Among the clouds we once fell asleep
[02:30.42]	The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
[02:37.42]	Old mothers singing rusty old tales
[02:45.42]	Like revving engines keening sky high
[02:52.42]	Yet theirs is never a war cry
[03:02.42]	So I' ll be your lover now, brazen and bright
[03:10.42]	Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
[03:17.42]	Though what does a stray know ' bout holy and true
[03:24.42]	But I' ll always come to your rescue
[03:48.42]	Oh lord won' t you hear your children cry
[03:55.42]	Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
[04:00.42]	I have no more words to describe
[04:08.42]	An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
[04:14.42]	So where is my lover, my firelight
[04:22.42]	The line on the edge of truth and rumour
[04:27.42]	We took our vows in the heart of the night
[04:34.42]	We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright

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