| Song | Before The Bullfight |
| Artist | David Sylvian |
| Album | Gone to Earth [Remastered With Bonus Tracks] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sylvian | |
| I hear your voice | |
| Way down inside | |
| A whispering sea | |
| Of towering trees | |
| But no reply | |
| A silence so rare | |
| And more than I can stand | |
| Sweeps like a flood | |
| Through life's flesh and blood | |
| And steals away with it's heart | |
| If I'm losing you | |
| Then there's nothing more that I can say | |
| The fighting is on | |
| And battles are won | |
| Or thrown away | |
| But if I could live | |
| Safe and sound | |
| In God given fields | |
| Or mountains of steel | |
| Then here I'd stay | |
| Till you'd gone | |
| Guilty of stealing | |
| Every thought I own | |
| I will take my turn | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| Every word's sunk in deep | |
| Like the blades of a knife through my heart | |
| But my strength will return | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| As time's come to show | |
| I'm told nothing more than I should know | |
| A ship on the sea that threatens to leave | |
| But never goes | |
| This island of blue | |
| Where life clings to your hands | |
| Like water and sand | |
| Will loose it's way | |
| When you're gone | |
| When all's forgiven | |
| Still every fault's my own | |
| I will take my turn | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| Say a prayer for my release | |
| When every hope in the world is asleep | |
| And my strength will return | |
| To fight the bullfight |
| zuo ci : Sylvian | |
| I hear your voice | |
| Way down inside | |
| A whispering sea | |
| Of towering trees | |
| But no reply | |
| A silence so rare | |
| And more than I can stand | |
| Sweeps like a flood | |
| Through life' s flesh and blood | |
| And steals away with it' s heart | |
| If I' m losing you | |
| Then there' s nothing more that I can say | |
| The fighting is on | |
| And battles are won | |
| Or thrown away | |
| But if I could live | |
| Safe and sound | |
| In God given fields | |
| Or mountains of steel | |
| Then here I' d stay | |
| Till you' d gone | |
| Guilty of stealing | |
| Every thought I own | |
| I will take my turn | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| Every word' s sunk in deep | |
| Like the blades of a knife through my heart | |
| But my strength will return | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| As time' s come to show | |
| I' m told nothing more than I should know | |
| A ship on the sea that threatens to leave | |
| But never goes | |
| This island of blue | |
| Where life clings to your hands | |
| Like water and sand | |
| Will loose it' s way | |
| When you' re gone | |
| When all' s forgiven | |
| Still every fault' s my own | |
| I will take my turn | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| Say a prayer for my release | |
| When every hope in the world is asleep | |
| And my strength will return | |
| To fight the bullfight |
| zuò cí : Sylvian | |
| I hear your voice | |
| Way down inside | |
| A whispering sea | |
| Of towering trees | |
| But no reply | |
| A silence so rare | |
| And more than I can stand | |
| Sweeps like a flood | |
| Through life' s flesh and blood | |
| And steals away with it' s heart | |
| If I' m losing you | |
| Then there' s nothing more that I can say | |
| The fighting is on | |
| And battles are won | |
| Or thrown away | |
| But if I could live | |
| Safe and sound | |
| In God given fields | |
| Or mountains of steel | |
| Then here I' d stay | |
| Till you' d gone | |
| Guilty of stealing | |
| Every thought I own | |
| I will take my turn | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| Every word' s sunk in deep | |
| Like the blades of a knife through my heart | |
| But my strength will return | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| As time' s come to show | |
| I' m told nothing more than I should know | |
| A ship on the sea that threatens to leave | |
| But never goes | |
| This island of blue | |
| Where life clings to your hands | |
| Like water and sand | |
| Will loose it' s way | |
| When you' re gone | |
| When all' s forgiven | |
| Still every fault' s my own | |
| I will take my turn | |
| To fight the bullfight | |
| Say a prayer for my release | |
| When every hope in the world is asleep | |
| And my strength will return | |
| To fight the bullfight |