E.M.P.T.Y.-The Clientele

[00:00.000] 作词 : Alasdair MacLean [00:01.000] 作曲 : The Clientele/Alasdair MacLean [00:09.350] [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 [01:49.170] [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 [04:07.659]