歌词语境宇宙
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn
There vultures and thieves at your back
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn
There vultures and thieves at your back
You are in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn
There vultures and thieves at your back
You are in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn
There vultures and thieves at your back