作词 : Jobson, Wetton 作曲 : John Wetton/Eddie Jobson Don't tell me that the wages of sin are for real The writing's on the wall – what's the score what's the deal? No wonder we can't see through the wood to the trees No perfume we design can ever veil the sickness on the breeze By the light of day In the dead of night
作词 : Jobson, Wetton 作曲 : John Wetton/Eddie Jobson Don't tell me that the wages of sin are for real The writing's on the wall – what's the score what's the deal? No wonder we can't see through the wood to the trees No perfume we design can ever veil the sickness on the breeze By the light of day In the dead of night