[00:00.000] 作词 : Alasdair MacLean
[00:01.000] 作曲 : The Clientele/Alasdair MacLean
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[00:10.250]When I’m riding home at night now
[00:14.130]I get in so tired
[00:19.550]To the saws and bows that spell out
[00:23.590]E-M-P-T-Y
[00:28.940]But driving west now, half past five
[00:33.530]My skin is cut, my hands are knives
[00:38.240]I could be anyone alive
[00:42.900]But I just can't fit and it's too late to quit
[00:53.190]When the night air comes to me
[00:56.780]I wonder if the days I've lived through count
[01:06.879]With the world strung like a rosary
[01:12.180]Through faces moving in the crowd
[01:21.099]What is the colour and the number
[01:26.280]When the happiness begins?
[01:34.769]When the knight waits in the laurels
[01:42.170]Hesitating
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[01:50.879]I found a clarity I'd never known
[01:56.468]In fag-end weeks before I left for school
[02:04.998]The darkness in the pylons and the smoke and creosote
[02:14.769]Canceling the faces that we knew
[02:20.229]
[02:51.369]Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
[02:56.229]Those simple words, those lover's sighs?
[03:00.769]The hand is dealt, the cards are played
[03:05.299]But I just can't fit and it's too late to acquit
[03:15.849]I saw them and I knew them all
[03:20.799]Inside a sheet of flame
[03:29.709]I saw them and I knew them all
[03:34.669]Inside a sheet of flame
[03:42.299]When I’m riding home at night now
[03:46.289]I get in so tired
[03:51.449]To the saws and bows that spell out
[03:55.690]E-M-P-T-Y
[04:00.129]E-M-P-T-Y
[04:04.729]E-M-P-T-Y
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