| Song | Billie's Bones |
| Artist | Janis Ian |
| Album | Billie's Bones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ian | |
| billie's tears fall like dust | |
| from the air into my eyes | |
| seeping in before they rust | |
| spilling secrets words can't hide | |
| i am standing on the bones | |
| of a mound too high to climb | |
| selling secrets to atone | |
| for a song that is not mine | |
| billie's bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie's bones in billie's land | |
| there's an orchid in her hair | |
| there are bruises on her lips | |
| i would worship if i dared | |
| kneeling at her fingertips | |
| i would tell her how i've yearned | |
| to be worthy of the grail | |
| all these years and all i've learned | |
| is just how brilliantly i fail | |
| billie's bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie's bones in billie's land | |
| now the flesh of earth has passed | |
| now the joints have come undone | |
| all that's left of her is ash | |
| scattered on the air like crumbs | |
| there are voices on the wind | |
| stolen whispers, sacred moans | |
| you can hear them through your skin | |
| and the singing of the bones | |
| when the wind blows from the east | |
| i can taste her on my tongue | |
| and the grave is lined and paved with | |
| all the songs we never sung | |
| billie's bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie's bones in billie's land |
| zuo ci : Ian | |
| billie' s tears fall like dust | |
| from the air into my eyes | |
| seeping in before they rust | |
| spilling secrets words can' t hide | |
| i am standing on the bones | |
| of a mound too high to climb | |
| selling secrets to atone | |
| for a song that is not mine | |
| billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
| there' s an orchid in her hair | |
| there are bruises on her lips | |
| i would worship if i dared | |
| kneeling at her fingertips | |
| i would tell her how i' ve yearned | |
| to be worthy of the grail | |
| all these years and all i' ve learned | |
| is just how brilliantly i fail | |
| billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
| now the flesh of earth has passed | |
| now the joints have come undone | |
| all that' s left of her is ash | |
| scattered on the air like crumbs | |
| there are voices on the wind | |
| stolen whispers, sacred moans | |
| you can hear them through your skin | |
| and the singing of the bones | |
| when the wind blows from the east | |
| i can taste her on my tongue | |
| and the grave is lined and paved with | |
| all the songs we never sung | |
| billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie' s bones in billie' s land |
| zuò cí : Ian | |
| billie' s tears fall like dust | |
| from the air into my eyes | |
| seeping in before they rust | |
| spilling secrets words can' t hide | |
| i am standing on the bones | |
| of a mound too high to climb | |
| selling secrets to atone | |
| for a song that is not mine | |
| billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
| there' s an orchid in her hair | |
| there are bruises on her lips | |
| i would worship if i dared | |
| kneeling at her fingertips | |
| i would tell her how i' ve yearned | |
| to be worthy of the grail | |
| all these years and all i' ve learned | |
| is just how brilliantly i fail | |
| billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie' s bones in billie' s land | |
| now the flesh of earth has passed | |
| now the joints have come undone | |
| all that' s left of her is ash | |
| scattered on the air like crumbs | |
| there are voices on the wind | |
| stolen whispers, sacred moans | |
| you can hear them through your skin | |
| and the singing of the bones | |
| when the wind blows from the east | |
| i can taste her on my tongue | |
| and the grave is lined and paved with | |
| all the songs we never sung | |
| billie' s bones are white and bleached | |
| piled high and hard to reach | |
| and the top looks cold and bleak | |
| but i see farther when i stand | |
| on billie' s bones in billie' s land |