| Song | Immortal Bird |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Immortal Bird / Cripple and The Starfish |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cashmore, Tibet | |
| what drives us on? | |
| what drives us on? | |
| i left something of myself in you | |
| fourscore, twenty, thirty | |
| in your body and in your flesh | |
| in your vault of skin | |
| i was nothing for you | |
| but the shadow of another love | |
| that one day for you | |
| would shift the skies | |
| to pastures blue | |
| streaked with passing and loss | |
| tortoise green in my eyes | |
| from the moss of my past | |
| you arise | |
| and lightly then i saw you smile | |
| with ivory throat and ivory eyes | |
| at night i catch you before i sleep | |
| and if i died before i wake | |
| i prayed that you my heart might keep | |
| i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes | |
| near my heart any longer | |
| all this love is nothing truly: | |
| mist of moons' breath | |
| grit of evening | |
| the grass was green (i now recall) | |
| before my own particular fall | |
| i saw we were both really | |
| masks on nothing | |
| (the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches) | |
| all the trees stand stripped | |
| just silhouttes of memories | |
| at night i have started to dream of you: | |
| your eyes are wide | |
| and shot through with seablue |
| zuo ci : Cashmore, Tibet | |
| what drives us on? | |
| what drives us on? | |
| i left something of myself in you | |
| fourscore, twenty, thirty | |
| in your body and in your flesh | |
| in your vault of skin | |
| i was nothing for you | |
| but the shadow of another love | |
| that one day for you | |
| would shift the skies | |
| to pastures blue | |
| streaked with passing and loss | |
| tortoise green in my eyes | |
| from the moss of my past | |
| you arise | |
| and lightly then i saw you smile | |
| with ivory throat and ivory eyes | |
| at night i catch you before i sleep | |
| and if i died before i wake | |
| i prayed that you my heart might keep | |
| i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes | |
| near my heart any longer | |
| all this love is nothing truly: | |
| mist of moons' breath | |
| grit of evening | |
| the grass was green i now recall | |
| before my own particular fall | |
| i saw we were both really | |
| masks on nothing | |
| the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches | |
| all the trees stand stripped | |
| just silhouttes of memories | |
| at night i have started to dream of you: | |
| your eyes are wide | |
| and shot through with seablue |
| zuò cí : Cashmore, Tibet | |
| what drives us on? | |
| what drives us on? | |
| i left something of myself in you | |
| fourscore, twenty, thirty | |
| in your body and in your flesh | |
| in your vault of skin | |
| i was nothing for you | |
| but the shadow of another love | |
| that one day for you | |
| would shift the skies | |
| to pastures blue | |
| streaked with passing and loss | |
| tortoise green in my eyes | |
| from the moss of my past | |
| you arise | |
| and lightly then i saw you smile | |
| with ivory throat and ivory eyes | |
| at night i catch you before i sleep | |
| and if i died before i wake | |
| i prayed that you my heart might keep | |
| i cannot hold your tunnelled eyes | |
| near my heart any longer | |
| all this love is nothing truly: | |
| mist of moons' breath | |
| grit of evening | |
| the grass was green i now recall | |
| before my own particular fall | |
| i saw we were both really | |
| masks on nothing | |
| the moonlight sweeping over northern beaches | |
| all the trees stand stripped | |
| just silhouttes of memories | |
| at night i have started to dream of you: | |
| your eyes are wide | |
| and shot through with seablue |