Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?
Staring six feet down, thats my hallowed ground
Just a bed of dirt and bones, thats where Ill lay
Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone

And whos so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
And could you even hear the brassy sounds
of the last bells crying out?

Im just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, Ive got a new name

Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?
And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?
Maybe theres a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play
The tune could flutter on into an evening sun

And whos so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
There wont be a chorus from a crowd
just the crickets chirping loud...

Im just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, Ive got a new name

编辑于2008/05/24更新

a few words for the dead歌词

Marillion

简介：

[ti:What Beadie Said]
[ar:Sundowner]
[al:We Chase The Waves]
[by: ]
[00:-4.00]Sundowner - What Beadie Said
[00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:-2.00]@ @
[02:23.36][02:00.79][01:41.87][01:07.35][00:45.49][00:26.56][00:-1.00]
[00:01.03]Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?
[00:07.62]Staring six feet down, thats my hallowed ground
[00:14.45]Just a bed of dirt and bones, thats where Ill lay
[00:20.17]Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone
[01:42.53][00:27.36]And whos so lucky
[01:44.06][00:29.04]but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
[00:37.69]And could you even hear the brassy sounds
[00:41.73]of the last bells crying out?
[02:06.13][00:50.61]Im just a dark horse, with a pale heart
[02:09.43][00:54.53]on a cold night, for a long walk
[02:12.70][00:57.81]Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
[02:15.98][01:01.20]lay me down now, Ive got a new name
[01:15.97]Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?
[01:22.48]And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?
[01:29.27]Maybe theres a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play
[01:35.40]The tune could flutter on into an evening sun
[01:52.64]There wont be a chorus from a crowd
[01:56.84]just the crickets chirping loud...

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