Small Metal Gods - David Sylvian.lrc

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[00:08.620]It’s the farthest place，
[00:12.095]I’ve ever been，
[00:17.890]It’s a new frontier for me，
[00:28.252]And you balance things,
[00:30.064]Like you wouldn’t believe，
[00:36.443]When you should just let things be,
[00:47.539]Yes, you juggle things‘，
[00:50.472]Cause you can’t lose sight，
[00:54.660]Of the wretched storyline,
[01:05.236]It’s the narrative that must go on，
[01:13.046]Until the end of time,
[01:29.403]And you’re guilty of some self-neglect，
[01:36.732]And the mind unravels for days,
[01:45.738]I’ve told you onceyes, a thousand times，
[01:55.309]I’m better off this way，
[02:04.655]I’m better off… this way，
[02:20.492]Where’s my queen of hearts，
[02:23.702]My royal flush,
[02:28.276]I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks,
[02:37.488]My suicide, my better days,
[02:46.225]There’s nothing，
[02:59.692]I regretI’ve placed the，
[03:02.225]GodsIn a Ziploc bag,
[03:08.201]I’ve put them in a drawer，
[03:14.053]They’ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time，
[03:20.499]So I’m evening up the score，
[03:27.561]Small metal godsfrom a casting line,
[03:33.866]From a factory in Mumbai
[03:41.645]Some manual labourer’s bread and butter，
[03:49.961]And a single-minded life,
[04:00.757]Small metal gods,
[04:03.358]Cheap souvenirs,
[04:07.426]You’ve abandoned me for sure，
[04:15.325]I’m dumping you, my childish things，
[04:24.658]I’m evening up the score。

文本歌词

It’s the farthest place，
I’ve ever been，
It’s a new frontier for me，
And you balance things,
Like you wouldn’t believe，
When you should just let things be,
Yes, you juggle things‘，
Cause you can’t lose sight，
Of the wretched storyline,
It’s the narrative that must go on，
Until the end of time,
And you’re guilty of some self-neglect，
And the mind unravels for days,
I’ve told you onceyes, a thousand times，
I’m better off this way，
I’m better off… this way，
Where’s my queen of hearts，
My royal flush,
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks,
My suicide, my better days,
There’s nothing，
I regretI’ve placed the，
GodsIn a Ziploc bag,
I’ve put them in a drawer，
They’ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time，
So I’m evening up the score，
Small metal godsfrom a casting line,
From a factory in Mumbai
Some manual labourer’s bread and butter，
And a single-minded life,
Small metal gods,
Cheap souvenirs,
You’ve abandoned me for sure，
I’m dumping you, my childish things，
I’m evening up the score。