[00:00.00] 作曲 : Julia Johnson; Mark Maclaine
[00:07.53]And so the clock strikes twelve as we find ourselves
[00:10.29]In a sphere of a clearing in a navy light
[00:13.00]There are no stars, just the bars of a cars headlights
[00:16.33]On the leaves in the dead of the night
[00:18.53]Silhouette suits step out of the shadows
[00:21.13]Into the arena where the cameras roll
[00:23.79]See their shoulders strain below the weight of the spades
[00:26.39]Stereo plays for a funeral
[00:29.45]They say the moon is nearly full
[00:34.87]They see their eyes are nearly dry
[00:40.12]They know how wonderful, how wonderful it is
[00:44.42]To be alive tonight
[00:49.13]I leave myself to the earth
[00:54.52]To the air
[00:57.16]To the ashes
[00:59.78]Its my time
[01:02.52]Its my design
[01:05.50]Its my turn
[01:10.55]And I know I wont be loved
[01:16.06]Wont be saved
[01:18.60]Wont be noticed
[01:21.96]Until I learn to love
[01:26.45]I hate to learn
[01:54.20]To my best beloved I do bequeath
[01:56.98]All the anguish and the irony
[01:59.69]And all the things we never meant
[02:02.56]And those we set out to prevent
[02:05.13]I leave the twisted bittersends
[02:07.65]Send soulem grace of concequence
[02:10.48]The hand he let lent ungratefully
[02:12.94]I don't intent to take away the mean
[02:16.20]He had a solid alabi
[02:21.53]You know I never saw him cry?
[02:26.31]I leave myself to the earth
[02:30.53]To the air
[02:33.18]To the ashes
[02:36.10]Its my time
[02:38.64]Its my design
[02:41.50]Its my turn
[02:46.65]And I know I wont be loved
[02:51.93]Wont be saved
[02:54.72]Wont be noticed
[02:57.61]Until I learn to love
[03:02.66]I hate to learn
[03:14.47]And the clock strikes one
[03:15.59]and my time is done
[03:16.83] and I know he won't miss me when I'm gone.
[03:19.56]I just raise a toast to my sweet trevouse`
[03:22.22]and feel glad that the chapter's closed
[03:31.12]This is my early grave
[03:34.77]Where I wait for the light to let me in
[03:42.65]Here it comes around again
[03:50.60]And I say
[03:53.21]Let the light shows and the sounds
[03:58.69]Of the orchestra begin
[04:04.08]My eternal requiem
[04:11.93]For an early grave.

作曲 : Julia Johnson; Mark Maclaine
And so the clock strikes twelve as we find ourselves
In a sphere of a clearing in a navy light
There are no stars, just the bars of a cars headlights
On the leaves in the dead of the night
Silhouette suits step out of the shadows
Into the arena where the cameras roll
See their shoulders strain below the weight of the spades
Stereo plays for a funeral
They say the moon is nearly full
They see their eyes are nearly dry
They know how wonderful, how wonderful it is
To be alive tonight
I leave myself to the earth
To the air
To the ashes
Its my time
Its my design
Its my turn
And I know I wont be loved
Wont be saved
Wont be noticed
Until I learn to love
I hate to learn
To my best beloved I do bequeath
All the anguish and the irony
And all the things we never meant
And those we set out to prevent
I leave the twisted bittersends
Send soulem grace of concequence
The hand he let lent ungratefully
I don't intent to take away the mean
He had a solid alabi
You know I never saw him cry?
I leave myself to the earth
To the air
To the ashes
Its my time
Its my design
Its my turn
And I know I wont be loved
Wont be saved
Wont be noticed
Until I learn to love
I hate to learn
And the clock strikes one
and my time is done
and I know he won't miss me when I'm gone.
I just raise a toast to my sweet trevouse`
and feel glad that the chapter's closed
This is my early grave
Where I wait for the light to let me in
Here it comes around again
And I say
Let the light shows and the sounds
Of the orchestra begin
My eternal requiem
For an early grave.