| Song | Blind Sublime |
| Artist | Peter Murphy |
| Album | Love Hysteria |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Murphy, Statham | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And feels the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| The soft hills and shores | |
| Beguiled and silent nights | |
| The sun waits softly | |
| We talk a lot | |
| Too much to say | |
| We're still too proud | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And feels the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| The people best | |
| Are simple here | |
| And thoughts escape me | |
| No fear, no judge | |
| No burning fear | |
| Their eyes don't pierce | |
| Slowly worked | |
| Smoke ringed arms | |
| It's too hot to mention | |
| Slowly worked | |
| Smoke ringed arms | |
| Luck turned an ear | |
| I shout to time that nothing stays | |
| Nothing lasts and damn to change | |
| Though then | |
| I read a book a line | |
| Which says we sleep in blind sublime | |
| Deaf and dumb in human lands | |
| To break and free needs different hands | |
| To pull us to a different space | |
| Where things are wider, out of place | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And smells the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| It looks like a dream | |
| And smells the same | |
| I'd submit to it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| I'd submit to it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| I'd submit to it | |
| And still feel sane |
| zuo ci : Murphy, Statham | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And feels the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| The soft hills and shores | |
| Beguiled and silent nights | |
| The sun waits softly | |
| We talk a lot | |
| Too much to say | |
| We' re still too proud | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And feels the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| The people best | |
| Are simple here | |
| And thoughts escape me | |
| No fear, no judge | |
| No burning fear | |
| Their eyes don' t pierce | |
| Slowly worked | |
| Smoke ringed arms | |
| It' s too hot to mention | |
| Slowly worked | |
| Smoke ringed arms | |
| Luck turned an ear | |
| I shout to time that nothing stays | |
| Nothing lasts and damn to change | |
| Though then | |
| I read a book a line | |
| Which says we sleep in blind sublime | |
| Deaf and dumb in human lands | |
| To break and free needs different hands | |
| To pull us to a different space | |
| Where things are wider, out of place | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And smells the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| It looks like a dream | |
| And smells the same | |
| I' d submit to it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| I' d submit to it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| I' d submit to it | |
| And still feel sane |
| zuò cí : Murphy, Statham | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And feels the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| The soft hills and shores | |
| Beguiled and silent nights | |
| The sun waits softly | |
| We talk a lot | |
| Too much to say | |
| We' re still too proud | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And feels the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| The people best | |
| Are simple here | |
| And thoughts escape me | |
| No fear, no judge | |
| No burning fear | |
| Their eyes don' t pierce | |
| Slowly worked | |
| Smoke ringed arms | |
| It' s too hot to mention | |
| Slowly worked | |
| Smoke ringed arms | |
| Luck turned an ear | |
| I shout to time that nothing stays | |
| Nothing lasts and damn to change | |
| Though then | |
| I read a book a line | |
| Which says we sleep in blind sublime | |
| Deaf and dumb in human lands | |
| To break and free needs different hands | |
| To pull us to a different space | |
| Where things are wider, out of place | |
| It looks a dream | |
| And smells the same | |
| I could conquer it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| It looks like a dream | |
| And smells the same | |
| I' d submit to it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| I' d submit to it | |
| And still feel sane | |
| I' d submit to it | |
| And still feel sane |