Death of a Supernaturalist - The Divine Comedy.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Neil Hannon
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Neil Hannon
[00:03.00]See my solitude
[00:21.99]Where once was truth now only doubt
[00:27.75]Touch my tortured skin
[00:34.62]Torn from within and from without
[00:35.37]Kiss my blistered lips
[00:38.82]My fingertips frost-bitten and grey
[00:41.28]Heal my wound within
[00:46.14]And watch the dead skin fall away
[00:48.36]See what can't be seen
[00:56.55]Between the table and the chair
[01:04.23]Touch what can't be touched
[01:05.25]The national trust don't own the air
[01:10.35]Kiss what can't be kissed
[01:12.39]This is the risk we have to take
[01:16.20]Heal what can't be healed
[01:21.09]And feel the dead skin fall away
[01:55.74]Only you and i know exactly how it feels
[01:56.58]To unblinker a narrow mind
[01:59.85]And by doing so reveal the obscurity of life
[02:09.90]The intensity of dreams
[02:14.01]Only you and i have realised exactly what it means
[02:18.03]See the infant sun
[02:22.44]Whose time has come to climb the mist
[02:28.95]Touch the autumn sky
[02:30.27]Burned by the supernaturalist
[02:31.98]Kiss the purest lips
[02:52.26]The morning slips into the day
[02:58.71]Rising from the bed
[02:59.91]We feel our dead skin fall away
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作词 : Neil Hannon
作曲 : Neil Hannon
See my solitude
Where once was truth now only doubt
Touch my tortured skin
Torn from within and from without
Kiss my blistered lips
My fingertips frost-bitten and grey
Heal my wound within
And watch the dead skin fall away
See what can't be seen
Between the table and the chair
Touch what can't be touched
The national trust don't own the air
Kiss what can't be kissed
This is the risk we have to take
Heal what can't be healed
And feel the dead skin fall away
Only you and i know exactly how it feels
To unblinker a narrow mind
And by doing so reveal the obscurity of life
The intensity of dreams
Only you and i have realised exactly what it means
See the infant sun
Whose time has come to climb the mist
Touch the autumn sky
Burned by the supernaturalist
Kiss the purest lips
The morning slips into the day
Rising from the bed
We feel our dead skin fall away