| Song | Lurhstaap |
| Artist | New Model Army |
| Album | Impurity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan | |
| One swallow never made a spring | |
| You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king | |
| Beware the trinkets that we bring | |
| When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone | |
| You tore the statues to the ground crying - let my people go | |
| And now they're gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
| The freedom passion and the two faced call | |
| They dance together upon the wall | |
| With nothing left to break the fall | |
| Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods | |
| The college buildings stand | |
| And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land | |
| All is gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
| And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down | |
| And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town | |
| Innocence starts to peel away - How money changes everything | |
| The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything | |
| Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past | |
| Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast | |
| And now it's gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile |
| zuo ci : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan | |
| One swallow never made a spring | |
| You can buy a crown it doesn' t make you king | |
| Beware the trinkets that we bring | |
| When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone | |
| You tore the statues to the ground crying let my people go | |
| And now they' re gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
| The freedom passion and the two faced call | |
| They dance together upon the wall | |
| With nothing left to break the fall | |
| Now twentyfive miles north in the great dark woods | |
| The college buildings stand | |
| And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land | |
| All is gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
| And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down | |
| And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town | |
| Innocence starts to peel away How money changes everything | |
| The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything | |
| Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past | |
| Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast | |
| And now it' s gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile |
| zuò cí : Heaton, Nice, Sullivan | |
| One swallow never made a spring | |
| You can buy a crown it doesn' t make you king | |
| Beware the trinkets that we bring | |
| When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone | |
| You tore the statues to the ground crying let my people go | |
| And now they' re gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
| The freedom passion and the two faced call | |
| They dance together upon the wall | |
| With nothing left to break the fall | |
| Now twentyfive miles north in the great dark woods | |
| The college buildings stand | |
| And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land | |
| All is gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile | |
| And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down | |
| And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town | |
| Innocence starts to peel away How money changes everything | |
| The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything | |
| Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past | |
| Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast | |
| And now it' s gone, all is gone | |
| But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile |