| Song | Messiah Ward |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus |
| 作词 : Cave | |
| I hope you're sitting comfortably | |
| I saved you the best seat in the house | |
| Right up in the front row | |
| The stars have been torn down | |
| The moon is locked away | |
| And the land is banked in frozen snow | |
| You are a force of nature, dear | |
| Your breath curls from your lips | |
| As the trees bend down their branches | |
| And touch you with their fingertips | |
| They're bringing out the dead now | |
| It's easy just to look away | |
| They are bringing out the dead now | |
| It's been a strange, strange day | |
| We could navigate out position by the stars | |
| But they've taken out the stars | |
| The stars have all gone | |
| I'm glad you've come along | |
| We could comprehend our condition by the moon | |
| But they've ordered the the moon not to shine | |
| Still, I 'm glad you've come along | |
| I was worried out of my mind | |
| Cause, they keep bringing out the dead | |
| It's easy just to look away | |
| They're bringing out the dead, now | |
| And it's been a long, strange day | |
| You can move up a little closer | |
| I will throw a blanket over | |
| We can weigh all the tears in one hand | |
| Against the laughter in the other | |
| We could be hanging around here for centuries | |
| Trying to make sense of this, my dear | |
| While the planets try to get organised | |
| Way above the stratosphere | |
| But they keep bringing out the dead, now | |
| It's easy if we just walk away | |
| They keep bringing out the dead, now | |
| It's been a long, long day | |
| Look away | |
| Look away |
| zuò cí : Cave | |
| I hope you' re sitting comfortably | |
| I saved you the best seat in the house | |
| Right up in the front row | |
| The stars have been torn down | |
| The moon is locked away | |
| And the land is banked in frozen snow | |
| You are a force of nature, dear | |
| Your breath curls from your lips | |
| As the trees bend down their branches | |
| And touch you with their fingertips | |
| They' re bringing out the dead now | |
| It' s easy just to look away | |
| They are bringing out the dead now | |
| It' s been a strange, strange day | |
| We could navigate out position by the stars | |
| But they' ve taken out the stars | |
| The stars have all gone | |
| I' m glad you' ve come along | |
| We could comprehend our condition by the moon | |
| But they' ve ordered the the moon not to shine | |
| Still, I ' m glad you' ve come along | |
| I was worried out of my mind | |
| Cause, they keep bringing out the dead | |
| It' s easy just to look away | |
| They' re bringing out the dead, now | |
| And it' s been a long, strange day | |
| You can move up a little closer | |
| I will throw a blanket over | |
| We can weigh all the tears in one hand | |
| Against the laughter in the other | |
| We could be hanging around here for centuries | |
| Trying to make sense of this, my dear | |
| While the planets try to get organised | |
| Way above the stratosphere | |
| But they keep bringing out the dead, now | |
| It' s easy if we just walk away | |
| They keep bringing out the dead, now | |
| It' s been a long, long day | |
| Look away | |
| Look away |