| Song | She Came and She Touched Me |
| Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
| Album | A Gentle Evening with Townes Van Zandt [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| She came and she touched me | |
| With hands made of heaven | |
| Reflections sent spinnin' | |
| Through a face laced in mist | |
| Now i stand where she left me | |
| Buried deep 'neath her shadow | |
| And the mirror plead sadly | |
| Does it all come to this | |
| And i wonder: will she call my name? | |
| The wind careens madly | |
| Through wide windows paneless | |
| Fragrancies mingle | |
| In a room full of shade | |
| The peons pick partners | |
| And waltz cross the ceilings | |
| But the violins whisper | |
| That i've been betrayed | |
| Tryin not to look ashamed | |
| The drunkards drink deeply | |
| From cups full of nothingness | |
| Ghost lovers laugh | |
| At the games that they play | |
| The moments do somersaults | |
| Into eternity | |
| Cling to their coattails | |
| And beg them to stay | |
| Saying i got nothing to hide | |
| Illusions projected | |
| On walls made of tiffany | |
| Mad men you adds to | |
| A sad satin song | |
| A harlequin mandolins | |
| Harmonize helplessly | |
| Hoping that endlessly | |
| Won't last for long | |
| Praying that their god ain't dying | |
| Then i turn and i see her | |
| In a dress made of moonlight | |
| Teardrops like diamonds | |
| Run slow down her face | |
| Her arms surround me | |
| Like chains made of velvet | |
| And the demons fall faithfully | |
| Into their place | |
| And the rivers run with jewels | |
| Now the morning lies open | |
| The night went quite quickly | |
| Memory harmlessly | |
| Fractures and fades | |
| All the poets do push-ups | |
| On carpets of rubber foam | |
| Loudly they laugh | |
| At some joke that's been made | |
| And the wise men speak like fools |
| zuo ci : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| She came and she touched me | |
| With hands made of heaven | |
| Reflections sent spinnin' | |
| Through a face laced in mist | |
| Now i stand where she left me | |
| Buried deep ' neath her shadow | |
| And the mirror plead sadly | |
| Does it all come to this | |
| And i wonder: will she call my name? | |
| The wind careens madly | |
| Through wide windows paneless | |
| Fragrancies mingle | |
| In a room full of shade | |
| The peons pick partners | |
| And waltz cross the ceilings | |
| But the violins whisper | |
| That i' ve been betrayed | |
| Tryin not to look ashamed | |
| The drunkards drink deeply | |
| From cups full of nothingness | |
| Ghost lovers laugh | |
| At the games that they play | |
| The moments do somersaults | |
| Into eternity | |
| Cling to their coattails | |
| And beg them to stay | |
| Saying i got nothing to hide | |
| Illusions projected | |
| On walls made of tiffany | |
| Mad men you adds to | |
| A sad satin song | |
| A harlequin mandolins | |
| Harmonize helplessly | |
| Hoping that endlessly | |
| Won' t last for long | |
| Praying that their god ain' t dying | |
| Then i turn and i see her | |
| In a dress made of moonlight | |
| Teardrops like diamonds | |
| Run slow down her face | |
| Her arms surround me | |
| Like chains made of velvet | |
| And the demons fall faithfully | |
| Into their place | |
| And the rivers run with jewels | |
| Now the morning lies open | |
| The night went quite quickly | |
| Memory harmlessly | |
| Fractures and fades | |
| All the poets do pushups | |
| On carpets of rubber foam | |
| Loudly they laugh | |
| At some joke that' s been made | |
| And the wise men speak like fools |
| zuò cí : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| She came and she touched me | |
| With hands made of heaven | |
| Reflections sent spinnin' | |
| Through a face laced in mist | |
| Now i stand where she left me | |
| Buried deep ' neath her shadow | |
| And the mirror plead sadly | |
| Does it all come to this | |
| And i wonder: will she call my name? | |
| The wind careens madly | |
| Through wide windows paneless | |
| Fragrancies mingle | |
| In a room full of shade | |
| The peons pick partners | |
| And waltz cross the ceilings | |
| But the violins whisper | |
| That i' ve been betrayed | |
| Tryin not to look ashamed | |
| The drunkards drink deeply | |
| From cups full of nothingness | |
| Ghost lovers laugh | |
| At the games that they play | |
| The moments do somersaults | |
| Into eternity | |
| Cling to their coattails | |
| And beg them to stay | |
| Saying i got nothing to hide | |
| Illusions projected | |
| On walls made of tiffany | |
| Mad men you adds to | |
| A sad satin song | |
| A harlequin mandolins | |
| Harmonize helplessly | |
| Hoping that endlessly | |
| Won' t last for long | |
| Praying that their god ain' t dying | |
| Then i turn and i see her | |
| In a dress made of moonlight | |
| Teardrops like diamonds | |
| Run slow down her face | |
| Her arms surround me | |
| Like chains made of velvet | |
| And the demons fall faithfully | |
| Into their place | |
| And the rivers run with jewels | |
| Now the morning lies open | |
| The night went quite quickly | |
| Memory harmlessly | |
| Fractures and fades | |
| All the poets do pushups | |
| On carpets of rubber foam | |
| Loudly they laugh | |
| At some joke that' s been made | |
| And the wise men speak like fools |