[00:00.00] 作词 : John Cale[00:01.00] 作曲 : John Cale[00:08.31]The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age[00:12.19]Is freezing the stares on tyranny’s wings.[00:19.19]The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin[00:23.37]Is diseased with familiar caresses.[00:31.15]Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay[00:35.08]Among all the triumphs and jaded awards[00:42.08]The angry and blazing circus of sun[00:46.11]Blasphemes as the crown prince arises.[01:08.25]You cannot beget all the sins that you owe[01:12.08]To the people of paradise magic[01:18.52]Pretend to answer passion and form[01:22.10]With foreign rationalizations.[01:30.34]Primroses are the jewels that lurk[01:34.16]Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt[01:41.35]Embraces of fame that’s simultaneously fear[01:45.25]To advance and demand to be recognized.[02:07.30]The river shall flow through hollow green faces[02:11.23]Of caricature’s resentment etched out of the tongues.[02:18.48]Both reluctant princess asleep before birth[02:22.92]The classical sensitive failures.[02:31.26]The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart[02:34.79]Lying there and wait with your angels[02:40.83]Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk[02:44.81]The avaricious young lovers.