歌手: Jackson Browne
时长: 04:22
The Birds Of St. Marks - Jackson Browne (杰克逊·布朗)[00:00:00]
Oh how sadly sound the songs[00:00:08]
The queen must sing of dying[00:00:12]
A prisoner upon her throne[00:00:16]
Of melancholy sighing[00:00:19]
If she could see her mirror now[00:00:25]
She would be free of those who bow and[00:00:29]
Scrape the ground before her feet[00:00:33]
Silently she walks[00:00:40]
Among her dying midnight roses[00:00:41]
Watches as each moment[00:00:46]
Goes that never really know us[00:00:50]
And so it seems she doesn't care[00:00:57]
If she has dreams of no one there[00:01:01]
Within the shadows of her room[00:01:05]
But all my frozen words agree[00:01:11]
And say it's time to[00:01:17]
Call back all the birds I sent to[00:01:20]
Fly behind her castle walls and I'm[00:01:25]
Weary of the nights I've seen[00:01:31]
Inside these empty halls[00:01:35]
Wooden lady turn and turn[00:02:09]
Among my weary secrets[00:02:13]
And wave within the hours past[00:02:16]
And other empty pockets[00:02:21]
Maybe we've found what we have lost[00:02:26]
When we've unwound[00:02:30]
So many crossed entangling[00:02:32]
Misunderstandings but[00:02:36]
All my frozen words agree[00:02:41]
And say it's time to[00:02:47]
Call back all the birds I sent to[00:02:49]
Fly behind her castle walls and I'm[00:02:55]
Weary of the nights I've seen[00:03:00]
Inside these empty walls[00:03:05]