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Time Table

Genesis 1970-1975专辑

  • 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ...
    A carved oak table, tells a tale
    Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold
    And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
    To arbor's cool
    A time of valor and legends born
    A time when honor meant much more to a man than life
    And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
    Through lance and sword
    Why, why can we never be sure till we die
    Or have killed for an answer
    Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
    That no race has been grander
    It seems because through time and space
    Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore
    A dusty table, musty smells
    Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
    Only feeble light descends through a film of
    GreyThat scars the panes
    Gone the carving and those who left their mark
    Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
    And the weak must die according to nature's law
    As old as they
    Why, why can we never be sure till we die
    Or have killed for an answer
    Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
    That no race has been grander
    It seems because through time and space
    Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore
  • 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ...
    A carved oak table, tells a tale
    Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold
    And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
    To arbor's cool
    A time of valor and legends born
    A time when honor meant much more to a man than life
    And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
    Through lance and sword
    Why, why can we never be sure till we die
    Or have killed for an answer
    Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
    That no race has been grander
    It seems because through time and space
    Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore
    A dusty table, musty smells
    Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
    Only feeble light descends through a film of
    GreyThat scars the panes
    Gone the carving and those who left their mark
    Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
    And the weak must die according to nature's law
    As old as they
    Why, why can we never be sure till we die
    Or have killed for an answer
    Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
    That no race has been grander
    It seems because through time and space
    Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore