Atom And Cell Lyrics
| Song | Atom And Cell |
| Artist | Nine Horses |
| Album | Snow Borne Sorrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jansen, Sylvian | |
| Her skin was darker than ashes | |
| And she had something to say | |
| Bout being naked to the elements | |
| At the end of yet another day | |
| And the rain on her back that continued to fall | |
| From the bruise of her lips | |
| Swollen, fragile, and small | |
| And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all | |
| A lost foreign currency | |
| Multi-coloured, barely reputable | |
| Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze | |
| Well she offered you this to do as you pleased | |
| And where is the poetry? | |
| Didn't she promise us poetry? | |
| The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease | |
| The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees | |
| The long straight highways from dirt road to tar | |
| Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car | |
| And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand | |
| You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable | |
| You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry | |
| Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry | |
| And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this | |
| In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss? | |
| And where are the stars? | |
| Didn't she promise us stars? | |
| Nothing will ever be as it was | |
| The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes | |
| Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls | |
| Like a poor mans Boltanski | |
| Lost one and all. | |
| Sell, sell | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell, | |
| Sell, | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell, | |
| Sell, | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell |
| zuo qu : Jansen, Sylvian | |
| Her skin was darker than ashes | |
| And she had something to say | |
| Bout being naked to the elements | |
| At the end of yet another day | |
| And the rain on her back that continued to fall | |
| From the bruise of her lips | |
| Swollen, fragile, and small | |
| And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all | |
| A lost foreign currency | |
| Multicoloured, barely reputable | |
| Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze | |
| Well she offered you this to do as you pleased | |
| And where is the poetry? | |
| Didn' t she promise us poetry? | |
| The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease | |
| The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees | |
| The long straight highways from dirt road to tar | |
| Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car | |
| And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand | |
| You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable | |
| You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry | |
| Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry | |
| And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this | |
| In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss? | |
| And where are the stars? | |
| Didn' t she promise us stars? | |
| Nothing will ever be as it was | |
| The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes | |
| Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls | |
| Like a poor mans Boltanski | |
| Lost one and all. | |
| Sell, sell | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell, | |
| Sell, | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell, | |
| Sell, | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell |
| zuò qǔ : Jansen, Sylvian | |
| Her skin was darker than ashes | |
| And she had something to say | |
| Bout being naked to the elements | |
| At the end of yet another day | |
| And the rain on her back that continued to fall | |
| From the bruise of her lips | |
| Swollen, fragile, and small | |
| And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all | |
| A lost foreign currency | |
| Multicoloured, barely reputable | |
| Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze | |
| Well she offered you this to do as you pleased | |
| And where is the poetry? | |
| Didn' t she promise us poetry? | |
| The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease | |
| The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees | |
| The long straight highways from dirt road to tar | |
| Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car | |
| And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand | |
| You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable | |
| You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry | |
| Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry | |
| And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this | |
| In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss? | |
| And where are the stars? | |
| Didn' t she promise us stars? | |
| Nothing will ever be as it was | |
| The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes | |
| Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls | |
| Like a poor mans Boltanski | |
| Lost one and all. | |
| Sell, sell | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell, | |
| Sell, | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell, | |
| Sell, | |
| Bid your farewell | |
| Come, come | |
| Save yourself | |
| Give yourself over | |
| Pushing your consciousness | |
| Deep into every atom and cell |
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