歌曲名 The Figurehead (Live At Zenith, Paris) 歌手名 The Cure

作词：Simon Gallup+Robert Smith+Laurence Tolhurst

作曲：Simon Gallup+Robert Smith+Laurence Tolhurst

Sharp and open leave me alone

And sleeping less every night

As the days become heavier

Weighted waiting in the cold light

A noise scream tears my clothes

With spiders inside them

And dust on the lips

Of a vision of hell

I laughed in the mirror

For the first time in a year

A hundred other words

Blind me with your purity

Like an old painted doll

In the throes of dance

I think about tomorrow

Please let me sleep

As I slip down the window

Freshly squashed fly

You mean nothing

You mean nothing

I can lose myself in chinese art

And american girls

All the time

Lose me in the dark

Please do it right

Run into the night

I will lose myself tomorrow

Crimson pain my heart explodes

My memory in a fire

And someone will listen

At least for a short while

I can never say no

I can never say no to

Anyone but you

Too many secrets too many lies

Writhing with hatred

Too many secrets

Please make it good tonight

But the same image haunts me

In sequence is dispair of time

I will never be clean again

Touched her eyes

Pressed my stained face

I will never be clean again

Touch her eyes

Press my stained face

I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again