歌词
Here we come.
I guess we're sailing to Byzantium.
From the shores of some oblivion
I came to know your face.
Yes, you can
Maybe first with paints and marzipan.
Then throw it straight into the garbage can,
A tattered, paltry place.
The emperor falls asleep
While slowly counting sheep.
Sick with life and love.
It's so sad.
Holy fire.
Watch you story burn across the wire
Monuments to every heart's desire
And leave without a trace.
I love you.
That's the only thing there's left to do.
After everything, we're passing through.
No country for old men.
Tea time with the Queen
Must have been a dream.
Sick with life and love,
It's so sad.
This crime has no defense.
A tired magnificence,
Sick with life and love,
It's so sad.