| Song | Velvet Cave |
| Artist | Silver Apples |
| Album | Silver Apples |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Simeon, Taylor | |
| Sail over distant waters till you reach the honeyed shore | |
| Walk on through purple flowers. Breathe the golden fragrance. | |
| You have reached the final island where dreams light up the daytime. | |
| You are at the end of journey, all is peace. | |
| Wine trickles down from mountains, crimson streamers floating. | |
| Sweet meats hang from bushes and ripely cry for plucking. | |
| Maidens gather flowers and feed you with soft fingers. | |
| Hours are a song that never ends. Hours are a songt that never ends. | |
| You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave. | |
| She calls you from the meadow. Her eyes are brightly shining. | |
| Her breasts are fruits she offers, so you leave the fields behind you. | |
| To follow promises she will fulfill. She will fulfill. | |
| In the cave there's no tomorrow, nor any yesterday. | |
| Just the hammer of her heartbeat as she draws you down beside her. | |
| And you sink down on the pillow of her body hotly loving. | |
| And you pray you'll never waken to the day. | |
| And you pray you'll never waken to the day. | |
| Never. | |
| Never. | |
| Never. |
| zuo ci : Simeon, Taylor | |
| Sail over distant waters till you reach the honeyed shore | |
| Walk on through purple flowers. Breathe the golden fragrance. | |
| You have reached the final island where dreams light up the daytime. | |
| You are at the end of journey, all is peace. | |
| Wine trickles down from mountains, crimson streamers floating. | |
| Sweet meats hang from bushes and ripely cry for plucking. | |
| Maidens gather flowers and feed you with soft fingers. | |
| Hours are a song that never ends. Hours are a songt that never ends. | |
| You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave. | |
| She calls you from the meadow. Her eyes are brightly shining. | |
| Her breasts are fruits she offers, so you leave the fields behind you. | |
| To follow promises she will fulfill. She will fulfill. | |
| In the cave there' s no tomorrow, nor any yesterday. | |
| Just the hammer of her heartbeat as she draws you down beside her. | |
| And you sink down on the pillow of her body hotly loving. | |
| And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
| And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
| Never. | |
| Never. | |
| Never. |
| zuò cí : Simeon, Taylor | |
| Sail over distant waters till you reach the honeyed shore | |
| Walk on through purple flowers. Breathe the golden fragrance. | |
| You have reached the final island where dreams light up the daytime. | |
| You are at the end of journey, all is peace. | |
| Wine trickles down from mountains, crimson streamers floating. | |
| Sweet meats hang from bushes and ripely cry for plucking. | |
| Maidens gather flowers and feed you with soft fingers. | |
| Hours are a song that never ends. Hours are a songt that never ends. | |
| You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave. | |
| She calls you from the meadow. Her eyes are brightly shining. | |
| Her breasts are fruits she offers, so you leave the fields behind you. | |
| To follow promises she will fulfill. She will fulfill. | |
| In the cave there' s no tomorrow, nor any yesterday. | |
| Just the hammer of her heartbeat as she draws you down beside her. | |
| And you sink down on the pillow of her body hotly loving. | |
| And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
| And you pray you' ll never waken to the day. | |
| Never. | |
| Never. | |
| Never. |