| Song | Angels Of Ashes |
| Artist | Scott Walker |
| Album | Five Easy Pieces |
| 作词 : Walker | |
| The Angels of Ashes | |
| Will give back your passions | |
| Again and again | |
| Their light shafts | |
| Will reach through the darkness | |
| And touch you my friend | |
| They'll fly in a mind dance | |
| And blind you with wings | |
| Wrapped in flame | |
| If you're down to an echo | |
| They just might remember | |
| Your name | |
| In the unbroken darkness | |
| Where emptiness empties | |
| Alone | |
| There's no starting or stopping | |
| Where there is no right or | |
| No wrong | |
| Well that's all right for some | |
| Who can hang the absurd | |
| On their wall | |
| If your blind hands can't grope | |
| Through these measureless waters | |
| You'll fall | |
| You've been following patterns | |
| And fleeting sensations | |
| Too long | |
| And the fullness that fills up | |
| The pulse of durations | |
| Is gone | |
| Let the great constellation | |
| Of flickering ashes | |
| Be heard | |
| Let them burn with a fire | |
| All it takes to confess | |
| Is a word, just a word | |
| I can recommend angels | |
| I've watched as they've made a man strong | |
| Oh so strong | |
| If your humbleness shows | |
| Then I'm sure that they'll take you | |
| Along | |
| You can tell them who sent you | |
| It might help to get you | |
| Above | |
| You can say that he laughed | |
| And he walked like St. Francis | |
| With love |
| zuò cí : Walker | |
| The Angels of Ashes | |
| Will give back your passions | |
| Again and again | |
| Their light shafts | |
| Will reach through the darkness | |
| And touch you my friend | |
| They' ll fly in a mind dance | |
| And blind you with wings | |
| Wrapped in flame | |
| If you' re down to an echo | |
| They just might remember | |
| Your name | |
| In the unbroken darkness | |
| Where emptiness empties | |
| Alone | |
| There' s no starting or stopping | |
| Where there is no right or | |
| No wrong | |
| Well that' s all right for some | |
| Who can hang the absurd | |
| On their wall | |
| If your blind hands can' t grope | |
| Through these measureless waters | |
| You' ll fall | |
| You' ve been following patterns | |
| And fleeting sensations | |
| Too long | |
| And the fullness that fills up | |
| The pulse of durations | |
| Is gone | |
| Let the great constellation | |
| Of flickering ashes | |
| Be heard | |
| Let them burn with a fire | |
| All it takes to confess | |
| Is a word, just a word | |
| I can recommend angels | |
| I' ve watched as they' ve made a man strong | |
| Oh so strong | |
| If your humbleness shows | |
| Then I' m sure that they' ll take you | |
| Along | |
| You can tell them who sent you | |
| It might help to get you | |
| Above | |
| You can say that he laughed | |
| And he walked like St. Francis | |
| With love |