Swan Upon Leda
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:07.464] Her husband waits outside
[00:13.238] A cryin' child pushes a child into the night
[00:20.299] She was told he would come this time
[00:26.398] Without leavin' so much as a feather behind
[00:33.389] To enact at last the perfect plan
[00:39.499] One more sweet boy to be butchered by hand
[00:46.202] But the gateway to the world
[00:51.598] Was still outside of reach for them
[00:57.998] Would never belong to angels
[01:03.422] Had never belonged to men
[01:09.322] The swan upon Leda
[01:14.288] Empire upon Jerusalem
[01:24.593] A grandmother smugglin' eggs
[01:30.056] Past where the god child-soldier
[01:32.976] Setanta stood dead
[01:37.410] Our graceful turner of heads
[01:43.231] Weaves through the checkpoints like a needle and thread
[01:50.873] Someone's frightened boy waves her on
[01:56.223] She offers a mother's smile and soon she's gone
[02:03.779] The gateway to the world
[02:09.509] Is gone in a tremblin' hand
[02:15.202] When nature unmakes the boundary
[02:20.759] The pillar of myth still stands
[02:26.274] The swan upon Leda
[02:31.751] Occupier upon ancient land
[03:12.413] But the gateway to the world
[03:17.400] Is still outside the reach of hands
[03:23.203] Would never belong to angels
[03:28.913] Had never belonged to men
[00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:07.464] Her husband waits outside
[00:13.238] A cryin' child pushes a child into the night
[00:20.299] She was told he would come this time
[00:26.398] Without leavin' so much as a feather behind
[00:33.389] To enact at last the perfect plan
[00:39.499] One more sweet boy to be butchered by hand
[00:46.202] But the gateway to the world
[00:51.598] Was still outside of reach for them
[00:57.998] Would never belong to angels
[01:03.422] Had never belonged to men
[01:09.322] The swan upon Leda
[01:14.288] Empire upon Jerusalem
[01:24.593] A grandmother smugglin' eggs
[01:30.056] Past where the god child-soldier
[01:32.976] Setanta stood dead
[01:37.410] Our graceful turner of heads
[01:43.231] Weaves through the checkpoints like a needle and thread
[01:50.873] Someone's frightened boy waves her on
[01:56.223] She offers a mother's smile and soon she's gone
[02:03.779] The gateway to the world
[02:09.509] Is gone in a tremblin' hand
[02:15.202] When nature unmakes the boundary
[02:20.759] The pillar of myth still stands
[02:26.274] The swan upon Leda
[02:31.751] Occupier upon ancient land
[03:12.413] But the gateway to the world
[03:17.400] Is still outside the reach of hands
[03:23.203] Would never belong to angels
[03:28.913] Had never belonged to men
作词 : A. Hozier-Byrne
作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
Her husband waits outside
A cryin' child pushes a child into the night
She was told he would come this time
Without leavin' so much as a feather behind
To enact at last the perfect plan
One more sweet boy to be butchered by hand
But the gateway to the world
Was still outside of reach for them
Would never belong to angels
Had never belonged to men
The swan upon Leda
Empire upon Jerusalem
A grandmother smugglin' eggs
Past where the god child-soldier
Setanta stood dead
Our graceful turner of heads
Weaves through the checkpoints like a needle and thread
Someone's frightened boy waves her on
She offers a mother's smile and soon she's gone
The gateway to the world
Is gone in a tremblin' hand
When nature unmakes the boundary
The pillar of myth still stands
The swan upon Leda
Occupier upon ancient land
But the gateway to the world
Is still outside the reach of hands
Would never belong to angels
Had never belonged to men
作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
Her husband waits outside
A cryin' child pushes a child into the night
She was told he would come this time
Without leavin' so much as a feather behind
To enact at last the perfect plan
One more sweet boy to be butchered by hand
But the gateway to the world
Was still outside of reach for them
Would never belong to angels
Had never belonged to men
The swan upon Leda
Empire upon Jerusalem
A grandmother smugglin' eggs
Past where the god child-soldier
Setanta stood dead
Our graceful turner of heads
Weaves through the checkpoints like a needle and thread
Someone's frightened boy waves her on
She offers a mother's smile and soon she's gone
The gateway to the world
Is gone in a tremblin' hand
When nature unmakes the boundary
The pillar of myth still stands
The swan upon Leda
Occupier upon ancient land
But the gateway to the world
Is still outside the reach of hands
Would never belong to angels
Had never belonged to men
