A mirror is a negative space with a frame And a place for your face it reveals What the rest of us see It conceals What you'd like it to be Pretty girls
译文: 蓝色牡蛎崇拜. 镜子.
Dance on fire with me babe The flames ain't gonna stop Come on and show me That you're ready to trot So if you really wanna do it You better do it hot
You scorned the love that I gave you You lied now nothing can save you Blue skies are turning to grey I know the games that you play Winds of rage they
Maybe I'll see you again baby And maybe I won't Maybe you've bought your ticket Gone back to Detroit Airplanes make strangers of us all Give us distance
A mirror is a negative space With a frame and a place for your face It reveals what the rest of us see It conceals what you'd like it to be Pretty girls
Did you catch the fever Flying toward the moon? Sailing in space to a distant shore You kind of wondered What they came here for We lived days for lovin
They have killed the great sun jester Who danced between the stars They have stripped him of his manhood Signs of Venus and of Mars The cynics left him
In a purple vision Many thousand years ago I saw the silent stranger Walk the earth alone Twenty-seven faces With their eyes turned to the sky I've
I used to lie in my bed Sleep wouldn't come Thinkin' 'bout things that they said They led me on All of the fancy ladies Oh they could talk and talk
Lonely teardrops, you been crying I hear them fall In the night the empty night I hear your song It goes right through me It used to move me (Lonely,
On the outside I'm in the high rise Headin' for a meeting, shining up my greeting See me in a white suit with a mirror tie And you you-you-you Elevate
s an eye to my hurricane People fly around me like dead leaves in high wind They stream down the choking streets and never quite reach the end Sometimes I wear a blue
It's good to feel hungry when you're about to eat well It's good to be angry when you're ready to yell It's good to be angry It's good to feel certain
I knew her when she was a secretary She always refused to get married She tried not to smile or meet your eyes She knew if she did you'd start those
You hear the hounds awailin' As if the mountains groan You hear the lonesome echo, the telltale clack of stones You thought you'd get away, but you're
Drivin' alone into the darkness I heard you call my name And the roar of the engine Is calling me to blame Tears in my mirror cryin' for the people behind
The blossoms are falling, Making a white path across the grass Thunderheads are building, your skin tightens And you wait for the flash Across the street
