作词 : Isobel Campbell 作曲 : Isobel Campbell If you're kind for dusty highways and such Be alright to look her up The faded priestess of the highways and crutch Calling when you’re down on luck By the disused railroad road station you go To the house of dirty pearl Her existential situation you know She is not like other girls She may ask you, “ Do you believe?” You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave See the sapphire in the skylines so blue See the diamond in the dirt When you think the subject won’t turn to you She got demons up her skirt It isn’t sure of her reflection at all Is seduced by all things past A pleasure-seeker of dejection Gazing into her looking glass She may ask you what you believe But the mirror doesn’t see me Saturday's gone, saturday's gone Saturday's gone, saturday's gone She may ask you, “ Do you believe?” You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave Saturday's gone, saturday's gone Saturday's gone, saturday's gone Now a sundown comes, a new day for her Tired of dress and leave the ground You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up Why go up when you go down? If you should tire of ties that bind you Filmed on fever leaves so fast You got trouble far behind you Well knows nothing's made to last Hear how God sees a lion roar Watch the serpent crossing the floor Saturday's gone, saturday's gone...
作词 : Isobel Campbell 作曲 : Isobel Campbell If you're kind for dusty highways and such Be alright to look her up The faded priestess of the highways and crutch Calling when you’re down on luck By the disused railroad road station you go To the house of dirty pearl Her existential situation you know She is not like other girls She may ask you, “ Do you believe?” You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave See the sapphire in the skylines so blue See the diamond in the dirt When you think the subject won’t turn to you She got demons up her skirt It isn’t sure of her reflection at all Is seduced by all things past A pleasure-seeker of dejection Gazing into her looking glass She may ask you what you believe But the mirror doesn’t see me Saturday's gone, saturday's gone Saturday's gone, saturday's gone She may ask you, “ Do you believe?” You can’t stay, though you’ll never leave Saturday's gone, saturday's gone Saturday's gone, saturday's gone Now a sundown comes, a new day for her Tired of dress and leave the ground You'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up Why go up when you go down? If you should tire of ties that bind you Filmed on fever leaves so fast You got trouble far behind you Well knows nothing's made to last Hear how God sees a lion roar Watch the serpent crossing the floor Saturday's gone, saturday's gone...
