作词 : Mat Brooke 作曲 : Mat Brooke Silence drawing the crowd Surely you would have known Never could have read it aloud Woven webs cover the walls Wine stains on the floor Of the Oslo novelist now Come tomorrow this will all be gone Finally nothing to say More empty words on the page Pour a glass all the ribbons are dry Raise a toast for the novelist tonight Sun down fell, starting to wake Tragedy at a time Getting later and later every day Words in lines, alight Can't decide, how to make this end any other way Come tomorrow this will all be gone Finally nothing to say More empty words on the page Pour a glass all the ribbons are dry Raise a toast for the novelist tonight Come tomorrow this will all be gone
[00:00.000] 作词 : Mat Brooke [00:01.000] 作曲 : Mat Brooke [00:32.57]Silence drawing the crowd [00:38.09]Surely you would have known [00:42.24]Never could have read it aloud [00:47.93]Woven webs cover the walls [00:53.41]Wine stains on the floor [00:57.02]Of the Oslo novelist now [01:02.31]Come tomorrow this will all be gone [01:10.83]Finally nothing to say [01:18.37]More empty words on the page [01:30.09]Pour a glass all the ribbons are dry [01:33.46]Raise a toast for the novelist tonight [02:03.99]Sun down fell, starting to wake [02:09.59]Tragedy at a time [02:13.81]Getting later and later every day [02:19.37]Words in lines, alight [02:24.34]Can't decide, how to make this end any other way [02:33.66]Come tomorrow this will all be gone [02:42.52]Finally nothing to say [02:49.84]More empty words on the page [03:01.36]Pour a glass all the ribbons are dry [03:04.88]Raise a toast for the novelist tonight [03:15.70]Come tomorrow this will all be gone [03:22.10]
