《Tale from Black》歌词

[00:00:00] Tale from Black - Dub Mentor/Tal Weiss

[00:00:31] She washes all the young blood from her hands in the sink

[00:00:40] And she knows that the lights will be there for her

[00:00:46] Breaks down the bodies to dark subtle ink

[00:00:53] And she scrawls on the parchments that hang in the air

[00:01:02] She rides a horse over stones in the night

[00:01:09] And she closes her eyes and lets go of the reigns

[00:01:17] She knows the radios run through the night

[00:01:24] And she knows that the lights leave the prettiest stains

[00:01:33] She builds a shrine and a typing machine

[00:01:40] And she curls up to write down her tales from the black

[00:01:48] Prays for a soft breeze and cool gentle rain

[00:01:55] And she prays for the bodies that rise slowly back

[00:02:35] She knows the dunes where the steel cities grow

[00:02:42] And she knows when they jail her they'll grind down the key

[00:02:50] She knows the lights lay the heaviest blows

[00:02:57] And she knows that the sand must submit to the sea

[00:03:06] She builds a bird out of plywood and gold

[00:03:13] For to carry the old souls on up to the sun

[00:03:21] Turns on the TV and sits in the cold

[00:03:28] And she dreams that sometimes she's the prettiest one

[00:03:37] She knows the thrill of the chase in her veins

[00:03:44] And she knows that the sinking's a trick of the light

[00:03:52] Prays for the silence and cool gentle rain

[00:03:59] And she prays that the radios run through the night