Enchanté - Dirt Poor Robins.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Neil Degraide
[00:22.723]When I was a little lass
[00:24.461]The angels leapt from panes of glass
[00:26.471]So unafraid, unafraid
[00:30.976]And the arches knelt to pray
[00:33.408]While the gargoyles kept away
[00:35.912]Any demon that would scheme to steal
[00:38.586]My childlike faith
[00:41.325]We huddled up, we held on tight
[00:43.073]For grounded men were jealous of
[00:45.310]The angel's flight, angel's flight
[00:50.359]They were butterflies to them
[00:52.441]So they brought their boards to pin
[00:54.805]The wings and bodies of our gods
[00:57.400]For studying
[01:09.828]We couldn't fight them in the end
[01:11.591]Once we saw the heavens through
[01:14.053]Their modern lens, modern lens
[01:18.787]Oh how can we atone
[01:21.132]For the secrets we were shown
[01:23.521]Like a basilisk they fixed our spirits
[01:26.316]Hard as stone
[01:30.724]Alas the muses through their glasses
[01:33.527]Drift away as only madness
[01:35.715]Drowning in the din
[01:38.273]Of our animal skins
[01:39.948]Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
[01:45.310]Every myth to crack its lips
[01:47.454]Has nothing more to say
[01:50.107]It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
[01:54.519]If we can't raise the dead
[01:57.652]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[01:59.817]We're gonna raise hell instead
[02:11.690]From chagrin I've been released
[02:13.918]Paint me in a portrait sans
[02:16.356]The fig leaves, fig leaves
[02:20.805]And I will not be concerned
[02:23.277]Or ignore the things I yearn
[02:25.765]My hunger is the rule
[02:27.859]I cannot overturn
[02:31.859]Alas the virtues through their glasses
[02:34.154]Hid themselves from our madness
[02:36.591]All we have within
[02:38.792]Is our animal skins
[02:40.851]Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
[02:46.065]Greet your beast and let 'em streak
[02:48.453]Into the fray
[02:51.127]It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
[02:55.187]If we can't raise the dead
[02:58.127]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[03:00.442]We're gonna raise hell instead
[04:00.754]I miss the days when stars were saintly
[04:04.562]They sang to me in ways innately
[04:09.947]Before we enslaved the symphony
[04:14.442]To playing anthems for selling things
[04:18.946]I used to wonder, wander farther
[04:23.647]Into awe, but those days were squandered
[04:28.814]My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
[04:33.410]So I find my spirit in the bottle
[04:39.197]But, oh! That bottle
[04:41.386]Oh that bottle, oh that bottle
[04:45.971]Oh that bottle!
[04:48.540]Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
[04:53.647]Name the powers "meteors"
[04:55.268]And let us go insane
[04:58.307]It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
[05:02.760]If we can't raise the dead
[05:05.860]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[05:07.869]We're gonna raise hell instead
[05:15.215]Greet your beast and let 'em streak
[05:16.969]Into the fray
[05:24.333]If we can't raise the dead
[05:27.076]We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
[05:29.448]We're gonna raise hell instead