歌词
The language of the frost lobs dead balloons
Over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs
To spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament's portrait of a drowning
In Styx that gives impotents kicks
Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace
Their old cotton limbs
Who will tell I mean would it make a difference
Look metal flower-petal tears
Do not even appear in the myopic mirror
Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
The moon was sagging in the sky
As I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming
In so clear beyond the myopic mirror
We were darting from the place
Where we just couldn't fit
Far away from all the violence
Safely flying in our own orbit
Why do I always have to tell you
-- forget about the prescient signs
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love
May we grow so gentle never go mental
May we never go go mental may we always stay
Stay gentle
May we never go go mental may we always stay
Stay gentle
May we never go go mental may we always stay
stay gentle
May we never go go mental may we always stay
Stay gentle
Gentle
Gentle
Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
What was my number What was my number I don't care
专辑信息
11.Knight Rider