《Kill The Messenger(Album Version)》歌词

[00:00:15] Jane it sure looks like rain

[00:00:18] These Canadian plains

[00:00:20] And their windblown hair

[00:00:22] Oh Jane the bruise colored clouds

[00:00:26] The smell of the ground

[00:00:28] In the ripening air

[00:00:30] I have seen you

[00:00:31] In your fluttering dress

[00:00:33] And your dry face of steel

[00:00:38] As you're dragging your red rowing boat

[00:00:41] Cross the forever fields

[00:00:46] See Jane something's gone dead

[00:00:49] Inside my head

[00:00:51] There's nothing but fear

[00:00:54] Jane the rivers of grief

[00:00:56] The tears of relief

[00:00:58] Seem ages from here

[00:01:01] Sometimes the beauty of life

[00:01:03] Hits like lightning washing everything clear

[00:01:09] And these dimmers of doubt flicker

[00:01:11] Fade out and disappear

[00:01:17] But Jane that is a luxury

[00:01:20] There are those of little faith it seems

[00:01:24] And they beg for truth like charity

[00:01:28] And I see them on every street corner

[00:01:32] They are holding out one righteous hand

[00:01:36] While the other leads the marching band

[00:01:40] In the shadow hymn of the scratchman

[00:01:43] Heed the message kill the messenger

[00:01:54] Oh Jane I heard you found love

[00:01:57] Wriggling up from the mud

[00:01:59] On the shores of Granville

[00:02:02] Oh but Jane in the wink of an eye

[00:02:05] The naysayers fly

[00:02:07] Like the hounds at your heels

[00:02:10] Oh Jane they'll whisper your name

[00:02:13] And you won't feel the chains

[00:02:15] You won't see the moss

[00:02:17] Oh Jane there's an art to the game

[00:02:21] The aesthetics of love

[00:02:23] The athletics of loss

[00:02:25] Sometimes someone drifts by

[00:02:27] And our nets get entwined in the sea

[00:02:33] And in time I might find

[00:02:35] They still mean something to me

[00:02:41] But Jane that is a luxury

[00:02:45] There are those of little faith in me

[00:02:48] And they pull me down like gravity

[00:02:52] And I see them on every street corner

[00:02:56] They are masters in the sleight of hand

[00:03:00] They are dancers and they step so grand

[00:03:04] To the shibboleth of Shadowland

[00:03:08] Heed the message kill the messenger