Time and Good Fortune Lyrics

	作词 : Sater, Sheik
	Drifter, what about her conversation?
	Drifter, how about an explanation?
	Where you go when you receive?
	And why you never let her feed?
	On all that truth you hold so dear
	But never let another near
	No one around
	My, don't we love?
	No one around
	No, to the quiet gazes
	No, to the muttered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Taster of the poetry
	Of Pater,
	Proust and
	SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep
	When are you to stop and weep?
	For all your inability
	To mate with your own memory
	No one around
	My, don't we love?
	No one around
	No, to the mindless gazes
	No, to the splintered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Singer, will the singing say it?
	Singer, would such saying change it?
	A whole long life spent tuning strings
	And will it now mean anything?
	But empty chords that only bring
	An endless, voiceless sorrowing
	No one around
	My, don't we love?
	No one around
	No, to the frightened gazes
	No, to the stuttered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Time and good fortune
	Time and good fortune

	zuo ci : Sater, Sheik
	Drifter, what about her conversation?
	Drifter, how about an explanation?
	Where you go when you receive?
	And why you never let her feed?
	On all that truth you hold so dear
	But never let another near
	No one around
	My, don' t we love?
	No one around
	No, to the quiet gazes
	No, to the muttered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Taster of the poetry
	Of Pater,
	Proust and
	SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep
	When are you to stop and weep?
	For all your inability
	To mate with your own memory
	No one around
	My, don' t we love?
	No one around
	No, to the mindless gazes
	No, to the splintered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Singer, will the singing say it?
	Singer, would such saying change it?
	A whole long life spent tuning strings
	And will it now mean anything?
	But empty chords that only bring
	An endless, voiceless sorrowing
	No one around
	My, don' t we love?
	No one around
	No, to the frightened gazes
	No, to the stuttered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Time and good fortune
	Time and good fortune

	zuò cí : Sater, Sheik
	Drifter, what about her conversation?
	Drifter, how about an explanation?
	Where you go when you receive?
	And why you never let her feed?
	On all that truth you hold so dear
	But never let another near
	No one around
	My, don' t we love?
	No one around
	No, to the quiet gazes
	No, to the muttered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Taster of the poetry
	Of Pater,
	Proust and
	SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep
	When are you to stop and weep?
	For all your inability
	To mate with your own memory
	No one around
	My, don' t we love?
	No one around
	No, to the mindless gazes
	No, to the splintered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Singer, will the singing say it?
	Singer, would such saying change it?
	A whole long life spent tuning strings
	And will it now mean anything?
	But empty chords that only bring
	An endless, voiceless sorrowing
	No one around
	My, don' t we love?
	No one around
	No, to the frightened gazes
	No, to the stuttered phrases
	No, to the utter waste of
	Time and good fortune
	Time and good fortune
	Time and good fortune

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