Blind Curve: Vocal Under A Bloodlight/Passing Strangers/Mylo/Perimeter Walk/Threshold (1998 Digital Remaster)-Marillion

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:00.15]Blind Curve [00:13.68]Last night you said I was cold untouchable [00:22.95]A lonely piece of action from another town [00:28.95]I just want to be free I'm happy to be lonely [00:37.65]Can't you stay away [00:40.74]Just leave me alone with my thoughts [00:45.18]Just a runaway just a runaway I'm saving myself [01:05.61]Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights [01:10.59]Cold moan held on the crest of the night [01:17.31]I'm too tired to fight [01:21.87]So now were passing strangers at single tables [01:26.70]Still trying to get over [01:28.77]Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers [01:35.07]All those passing strangers [01:39.21]And the twinkling lies all those twinkling lies [01:45.81]Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper [02:43.56]Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down [02:47.61]And we sat and we cried on the phone [02:50.55]I never felt so alone [02:54.54]He was the first of our own [02:59.94]Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity [03:03.96]Some of us go down in a haze of publicity [03:08.01]The price of infamy the edge of insanity [03:15.60]Another holiday inn another temporary home [03:19.83]And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone [03:24.09]Talk to me won't you tell me your stories [03:47.85]So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain [03:51.75]And he looked out the window and it started to rain [03:55.71]I thought maybe I've already gone crazy [04:03.66]So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door [04:07.77]And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor [04:12.12]Inviting me to a casual obscenity [05:27.24]It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here [05:28.80]All the collisions [05:29.22]Wasted I've never been so wasted [05:30.81]I've never been this far out before [05:31.53]Perimeter walk [05:35.82]There's a presence here [05:48.48]I feel could have been ancient [06:20.25]I could have been mystical [06:22.32]There's a presence [06:24.21]A childhood my childhood [06:26.67]My childhood childhood [06:27.42]A misplaced childhood [06:29.46]My childhood a misplaced childhood [06:30.48]Give it back to me give it back to me [06:33.15]A childhood that childhood that childhood [06:35.94]That childhood that childhood [06:38.67]Oh please give it back to me [06:41.43]I saw a war widow in a launderette [07:01.77]Washing the memories from her husbands clothes [07:07.95]She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat [07:12.75]A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes [07:16.92]I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns [07:21.81]Trying to pick up a war [07:24.75]They're going to even the score [07:28.68]Oh I can't take any more [07:34.98]I see black flags on factories [07:37.77]Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor [07:43.89]I see children with vacant stares [07:46.74]Destined for R**e in the alleyways [07:50.97]Does anybody care I can't take any more [07:56.91]Should we say goodbye [08:10.23]Hey [08:10.35]I see priests politicians [08:13.11]The heroes in black plastic body bags under nations flags [08:19.38]I see children pleading with outstretched hands [08:23.73]Drenched in napalm this is no vietnam [08:27.84]I can't take any more should we say goodbye [08:36.80]How can we justify [08:41.10]They call us civilised