| Song | Strange Street Affair Under Blue |
| Artist | Tim Buckley |
| Album | Tim Buckley |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beckett, Buckley | |
| Just for you with your open hands | |
| Waiting for the touch of man | |
| Clutching with your blackened gloves | |
| You try to capture all the doves | |
| That flee into | |
| The forest before you | |
| You wish to catch and cage me now | |
| I wonder if you remember how | |
| Hard it was to say the names | |
| Of mirror dreams and cheated games | |
| And on the wall | |
| You framed your first lover | |
| Your form intrigues me with the glow | |
| I'll remember you I know | |
| Though I forgot to lock the chain | |
| Around you with a prayer for rain | |
| To bring the call | |
| To drive you back into my bed | |
| Ahhh.... | |
| She turns away | |
| Telling me to follow for a while | |
| Ahhh.... | |
| She waits | |
| You'd be touched if you would touch | |
| But you only reach and taunt | |
| Will my taste stay grey and blue | |
| If I try to turn from you |
| zuo ci : Beckett, Buckley | |
| Just for you with your open hands | |
| Waiting for the touch of man | |
| Clutching with your blackened gloves | |
| You try to capture all the doves | |
| That flee into | |
| The forest before you | |
| You wish to catch and cage me now | |
| I wonder if you remember how | |
| Hard it was to say the names | |
| Of mirror dreams and cheated games | |
| And on the wall | |
| You framed your first lover | |
| Your form intrigues me with the glow | |
| I' ll remember you I know | |
| Though I forgot to lock the chain | |
| Around you with a prayer for rain | |
| To bring the call | |
| To drive you back into my bed | |
| Ahhh.... | |
| She turns away | |
| Telling me to follow for a while | |
| Ahhh.... | |
| She waits | |
| You' d be touched if you would touch | |
| But you only reach and taunt | |
| Will my taste stay grey and blue | |
| If I try to turn from you |
| zuò cí : Beckett, Buckley | |
| Just for you with your open hands | |
| Waiting for the touch of man | |
| Clutching with your blackened gloves | |
| You try to capture all the doves | |
| That flee into | |
| The forest before you | |
| You wish to catch and cage me now | |
| I wonder if you remember how | |
| Hard it was to say the names | |
| Of mirror dreams and cheated games | |
| And on the wall | |
| You framed your first lover | |
| Your form intrigues me with the glow | |
| I' ll remember you I know | |
| Though I forgot to lock the chain | |
| Around you with a prayer for rain | |
| To bring the call | |
| To drive you back into my bed | |
| Ahhh.... | |
| She turns away | |
| Telling me to follow for a while | |
| Ahhh.... | |
| She waits | |
| You' d be touched if you would touch | |
| But you only reach and taunt | |
| Will my taste stay grey and blue | |
| If I try to turn from you |