Abacus - Fionn Regan
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Abacus
歌手：Fionn Regan
所属专辑：The End of History
发行时间：2006-08-06
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Abacus - Fionn Regan 文本歌词
The grass is screaming long
青草在长夜里嘶鸣
Midnight cars roll past
午夜的车辆呼啸而过
I've been chasing your room
我追逐着你的房间
While the summer lasts
趁着夏日尚未消散
So count it on your fingers if we got it wrong
若我们错了 就掰着手指数数看
It's because the days have no numbers
只因这日子没有刻度可量
If we leave tonight then we leave it all behind
若今夜离去 便将一切抛诸脑后
Drinking alphabetically because the beauty's gone all sore
按字母顺序痛饮 因美好已溃烂成伤
Honey dripping pale of skin while there's bodies underneath
蜜色肌肤泛着苍白 人影在暗处徘徊
The floor
地板上
So count it on your fingers
就用手指细细数来
If we got it wrong it's cause the days have no numbers
若我们选错 只因岁月本无刻度可量
If we leave tonight
若今夜离去
Then we leave it all behind
便将过往尽数遗忘
青草在长夜里嘶鸣
Midnight cars roll past
午夜的车辆呼啸而过
I've been chasing your room
我追逐着你的房间
While the summer lasts
趁着夏日尚未消散
So count it on your fingers if we got it wrong
若我们错了 就掰着手指数数看
It's because the days have no numbers
只因这日子没有刻度可量
If we leave tonight then we leave it all behind
若今夜离去 便将一切抛诸脑后
Drinking alphabetically because the beauty's gone all sore
按字母顺序痛饮 因美好已溃烂成伤
Honey dripping pale of skin while there's bodies underneath
蜜色肌肤泛着苍白 人影在暗处徘徊
The floor
地板上
So count it on your fingers
就用手指细细数来
If we got it wrong it's cause the days have no numbers
若我们选错 只因岁月本无刻度可量
If we leave tonight
若今夜离去
Then we leave it all behind
便将过往尽数遗忘
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I feel your sorrow chasing tomorrow There is no distance in your absence If you call the monsters they will appear Like I disappear Blackout Like I disappear Bl
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Hey Rabbit you've had it Your fingers are in the coin disposal Hey worm you're tunnelling out You would not listen to their proposal The springs in the mattress
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Down here underneath the microscope It's hard to cope Don't hide your face in your hands 'Cause if your eyes play tricks It's outta my control It's gonna be a l
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I apologise Seem to have arrived On what items in my bag from your house There's cutlery A tablecloth some Hennessy And a book on Presidents deceased I'll have