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  • 作词 : Tibet
    If only I could take You all at once:
    I would take You for ever and ever and only so
    lose myself in You
    And so I smile and skip greengodlike there
    The picture of allrage alllust and wanton
    The Inmost Night
    And lay waste to the playgrounds
    The concrete covers all
    The grass sleeps and waits to rise again
    It listens for the final Trumpet of
    The Inmost Light
    And I clench my left hand
    Then I open it: the gods I loved
    are alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone
    (Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone
    And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light)
    The sadness of the Inmost Light
    The growl the grip aan final sigh
    Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light
    The plasticformillusion
    We just have time to swallow
    Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light
    He waits at the door He waits at the door
    And if You see me try to grin and then I hide
    Myself behind a ball
    A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek
    The sound is gay and full of joy
    It masks the binding of our eyes
    The scorch of all the bonefire burns
    We hop and skip and trick and treat
    Just watch Your heart and soul and all
    And watch Your back - it's waiting there
    Unsmiling there
    Unforgiving there
    So broken there
    The Inmost light
    Howling
    The Inmost Light
    bad bad bad Inmost Light
  • 作词 : Tibet
    If only I could take You all at once:
    I would take You for ever and ever and only so
    lose myself in You
    And so I smile and skip greengodlike there
    The picture of allrage alllust and wanton
    The Inmost Night
    And lay waste to the playgrounds
    The concrete covers all
    The grass sleeps and waits to rise again
    It listens for the final Trumpet of
    The Inmost Light
    And I clench my left hand
    Then I open it: the gods I loved
    are alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone
    (Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone
    And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light)
    The sadness of the Inmost Light
    The growl the grip aan final sigh
    Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light
    The plasticformillusion
    We just have time to swallow
    Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light
    He waits at the door He waits at the door
    And if You see me try to grin and then I hide
    Myself behind a ball
    A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek
    The sound is gay and full of joy
    It masks the binding of our eyes
    The scorch of all the bonefire burns
    We hop and skip and trick and treat
    Just watch Your heart and soul and all
    And watch Your back - it's waiting there
    Unsmiling there
    Unforgiving there
    So broken there
    The Inmost light
    Howling
    The Inmost Light
    bad bad bad Inmost Light