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歌曲名 Black Sunday Afternoon 歌手名 Anna Ternheim

On the black Sunday afternoon sun is pale like the moon

When you look to the sky, holy, holy why

All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon

No good time to walk alone on a bike riding home

When you look to the sky, holy, holy why

All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon

Bad luck comes or just a car on the right side, hears a call

And sees a blackbird flying low, above her head no mistletoe

Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons

You wake up in a water bed and on the back of your head

A lump but just a tiny hole, almost no light at all in here

When you call you can't hear your own voice at all

They gather up, something's wrong

They ask around, no one knows

Well, have you been where the rivers cross by the water in the moss?

Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons

Sun is pale like the moon

When you look to the sky, holy, holy, holy, holy why

All fades into blue on black Sunday afternoons