| Song | Let The Truth Sting |
| Artist | David Gray |
| Album | A Century Ends |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gray | |
| The hour is out of joint | |
| Black sun has risen | |
| And the river of words | |
| Is flowing on through | |
| The cages of tradition | |
| And they're handing out emptiness | |
| We'll take it cos it's given | |
| Free with this plastic innocence | |
| And these standards of living | |
| Questions lighted questions | |
| Burnin' holes into my head | |
| Hanging like shadows o'er the sun | |
| Staring out like the eyes of the dead | |
| And sometimes my soul flickers | |
| When the wind of change blows cold | |
| Over the mire of repetition | |
| Down the corridors of rigmarole | |
| What i say, what i think | |
| What i put down in ink | |
| I'm only trying to find a way to understand | |
| And i mean no harm | |
| I'm just searching for calm | |
| In the storm of mankind | |
| Do you find it there | |
| In the sea of faces | |
| That drowns you everyday | |
| Or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces | |
| Where children and rottweilers play | |
| Is it buried in the praise | |
| Given so cheap | |
| With a meaningless movement of the jaws | |
| In the looking glass | |
| That flatters you | |
| Or in the rattle of hollow applause | |
| Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone | |
| One pain ending while another begins | |
| Lies, ruin disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| From the hub to the limit | |
| Through the urban hollows | |
| Out into the poles of the extreme | |
| To echo through the numbness | |
| Of these godless minutes | |
| In the shadow of delusion's regime | |
| And here watching the night | |
| As it opens like a flower | |
| And the day starts to rust | |
| Feeling time pound | |
| Like a silent hammer | |
| On this empire of dust | |
| And i'm thinking bout the bullet | |
| And the tv screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist | |
| And if we're searching for peace | |
| How come we still believe | |
| In hatred as the catalyst | |
| Oh through the borderline | |
| In front and behind | |
| One pain ending | |
| While another begin | |
| Lies, ruin disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sing | |
| Yeah | |
| Let the truth | |
| And i feel it from the pit of my stomach | |
| Into the ditch of my mind | |
| Inside the chambers of my heart | |
| As i stare half blind | |
| At these walls of cardboard | |
| At this space that i've rented | |
| At your beauty that is crumbling | |
| Though you try so hard to prevent it | |
| On and on | |
| Body willing, mind undone | |
| One pain ending while another begins | |
| Lies, ruin, disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| Let the truth sting |
| zuo ci : Gray | |
| The hour is out of joint | |
| Black sun has risen | |
| And the river of words | |
| Is flowing on through | |
| The cages of tradition | |
| And they' re handing out emptiness | |
| We' ll take it cos it' s given | |
| Free with this plastic innocence | |
| And these standards of living | |
| Questions lighted questions | |
| Burnin' holes into my head | |
| Hanging like shadows o' er the sun | |
| Staring out like the eyes of the dead | |
| And sometimes my soul flickers | |
| When the wind of change blows cold | |
| Over the mire of repetition | |
| Down the corridors of rigmarole | |
| What i say, what i think | |
| What i put down in ink | |
| I' m only trying to find a way to understand | |
| And i mean no harm | |
| I' m just searching for calm | |
| In the storm of mankind | |
| Do you find it there | |
| In the sea of faces | |
| That drowns you everyday | |
| Or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces | |
| Where children and rottweilers play | |
| Is it buried in the praise | |
| Given so cheap | |
| With a meaningless movement of the jaws | |
| In the looking glass | |
| That flatters you | |
| Or in the rattle of hollow applause | |
| Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone | |
| One pain ending while another begins | |
| Lies, ruin disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| From the hub to the limit | |
| Through the urban hollows | |
| Out into the poles of the extreme | |
| To echo through the numbness | |
| Of these godless minutes | |
| In the shadow of delusion' s regime | |
| And here watching the night | |
| As it opens like a flower | |
| And the day starts to rust | |
| Feeling time pound | |
| Like a silent hammer | |
| On this empire of dust | |
| And i' m thinking bout the bullet | |
| And the tv screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist | |
| And if we' re searching for peace | |
| How come we still believe | |
| In hatred as the catalyst | |
| Oh through the borderline | |
| In front and behind | |
| One pain ending | |
| While another begin | |
| Lies, ruin disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sing | |
| Yeah | |
| Let the truth | |
| And i feel it from the pit of my stomach | |
| Into the ditch of my mind | |
| Inside the chambers of my heart | |
| As i stare half blind | |
| At these walls of cardboard | |
| At this space that i' ve rented | |
| At your beauty that is crumbling | |
| Though you try so hard to prevent it | |
| On and on | |
| Body willing, mind undone | |
| One pain ending while another begins | |
| Lies, ruin, disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| Let the truth sting |
| zuò cí : Gray | |
| The hour is out of joint | |
| Black sun has risen | |
| And the river of words | |
| Is flowing on through | |
| The cages of tradition | |
| And they' re handing out emptiness | |
| We' ll take it cos it' s given | |
| Free with this plastic innocence | |
| And these standards of living | |
| Questions lighted questions | |
| Burnin' holes into my head | |
| Hanging like shadows o' er the sun | |
| Staring out like the eyes of the dead | |
| And sometimes my soul flickers | |
| When the wind of change blows cold | |
| Over the mire of repetition | |
| Down the corridors of rigmarole | |
| What i say, what i think | |
| What i put down in ink | |
| I' m only trying to find a way to understand | |
| And i mean no harm | |
| I' m just searching for calm | |
| In the storm of mankind | |
| Do you find it there | |
| In the sea of faces | |
| That drowns you everyday | |
| Or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces | |
| Where children and rottweilers play | |
| Is it buried in the praise | |
| Given so cheap | |
| With a meaningless movement of the jaws | |
| In the looking glass | |
| That flatters you | |
| Or in the rattle of hollow applause | |
| Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone | |
| One pain ending while another begins | |
| Lies, ruin disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| From the hub to the limit | |
| Through the urban hollows | |
| Out into the poles of the extreme | |
| To echo through the numbness | |
| Of these godless minutes | |
| In the shadow of delusion' s regime | |
| And here watching the night | |
| As it opens like a flower | |
| And the day starts to rust | |
| Feeling time pound | |
| Like a silent hammer | |
| On this empire of dust | |
| And i' m thinking bout the bullet | |
| And the tv screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist | |
| And if we' re searching for peace | |
| How come we still believe | |
| In hatred as the catalyst | |
| Oh through the borderline | |
| In front and behind | |
| One pain ending | |
| While another begin | |
| Lies, ruin disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sing | |
| Yeah | |
| Let the truth | |
| And i feel it from the pit of my stomach | |
| Into the ditch of my mind | |
| Inside the chambers of my heart | |
| As i stare half blind | |
| At these walls of cardboard | |
| At this space that i' ve rented | |
| At your beauty that is crumbling | |
| Though you try so hard to prevent it | |
| On and on | |
| Body willing, mind undone | |
| One pain ending while another begins | |
| Lies, ruin, disease | |
| Into wounds like these | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| Let the truth sting | |
| Let the truth sting |