发布于：2021年
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歌词
Did the wine make her dream
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend
All the while that she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
From a dry foundered boat
And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I'll be alone
Fare thee well Sara Jones
Now we lie on the floor
While the radio war
Finds its way through the air
Of the dead market square
And the beast never seen
Licks its red talons clean
Sara curses the cold
"No more snow no more snow no more snow"
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend
All the while that she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
From a dry foundered boat
And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I'll be alone
Fare thee well Sara Jones
Now we lie on the floor
While the radio war
Finds its way through the air
Of the dead market square
And the beast never seen
Licks its red talons clean
Sara curses the cold
"No more snow no more snow no more snow"
lrc 歌词
[ti:Radio War] [ar:Iron ; Wine] [al:Our Endless Numbered Days] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.80]Did the wine make her dream [00:05.85]Of the far distant spring [00:11.37]Or a bed full of hens [00:16.62]Or the ghost of a friend [00:22.25]All the while that she wept [00:27.18]She had a gun by her bed [00:32.73]And a letter he wrote [00:38.24]From a dry foundered boat [00:43.56]And the train track will take [00:48.74]All the wounded ones home [00:54.98]And I'll be alone [00:59.65]Fare thee well Sara Jones [01:05.34]Now we lie on the floor [01:10.58]While the radio war [01:16.01]Finds its way through the air [01:21.50]Of the dead market square [01:26.80]And the beast never seen [01:32.23]Licks its red talons clean [01:37.53]Sara curses the cold [01:43.03]"No more snow no more snow no more snow"
