Valentine's Death (Remastered - beat from Penthouse Penthouse)歌词

作词 : Traviswho
作曲 : Penthouse Penthouse
*Beat from Penthouse Penthouse - Let Me See That
February 14, 278 A.D.
Holy priest Valentine in Rome beheaded
Since the days of Emperor Claudius II
Dedication n imagination all been buried
Struggled in the Crisis of the Third Century
Invasion, plague, civil war turned up so hurry
All for the King’s territory, death or glory?
Needless to speak, free love is so damn luxury
Ridiculous gesture like a funny jester
Innocent husbands turn to war master
People bow deep for the power’s too much stronger
Becomes the motivation for me to write this letter
Chorus:
The process of history I can’t predict
Inevitable you that I can’t resist
I asked how you could always be so dazzling
Your smile freezed and hold on to that silver ring
If somebody told you that I ain’t never miss you
He must be a nose-yet-grow Pinocchio
Ink dot, tears mark, wonders how hard you grind
Inscribed after the line, “From your Valentine”
Empire has fall, old king is dead
10 kingdoms rised with the Priest’s bless
Not on Corpus Juris it’s just a test
Revolution is on now let’s make a guess
Valentine’s death serve good for the mass
Couples no longer has to suffer from the heist
No small streams there shall neither be the crest
Fighters, warriors can now have some rest
Gothic, Frank, Vandals, and Suebi
Anglo-Saxon, Alamanni, and Lombardy
Take all those names to be a remedy
But I couldn’t even tell it’s tragedy or comedy
Chorus:
The process of history I can’t predict
Inevitable you I that can’t resist
I asked how you holding up cause it’s so crowding
Your tone was noncommittal and stare at the ceiling
If somebody told you that I ain’t never miss you
He must be a nose-yet-grow Pinocchio
Ink dot, tears mark, wonders how hard you grind
Inscribed after the line, “From your Valentine”
Rules been break while everybody’s glad
Know it’s an excuse to keep me away from mad
Memories stays at the period of a young lad
But now I’m just a walking dead
Thought you could help me light up the flint
Then you complained that there’s no enough drink
Piano tiles flow and it hide some hints
Lead me to the place where human extinct
I’m just one lost soul swimming in a fish bowl
How can you even hear a marine’s moan
Sunshine breaks into pieces of glow
Summer vibe is still here but I’m feeling cold
Chorus:
The process of history I can’t predict
Inevitable you that I can’t resist
I asked how about an aimless wandering
You take the shotgun and told me to rest the engine
If somebody told you that I ain’t never miss you
He must be a nose-yet-grow Pinocchio
Ink dot, tears mark, wonders how hard you grind
Inscribed after the line, “From your Valentine”
Try to scoff at the ancient Romans
For the knight spirit is just a false argument
The Tuscany bronze that looked so arrogant
Ease it off the tense and grab a Heineken
Centuries and decades passed in silence
Valentine’s death has raised up an emergence
It was not the cruel law that split the lovers
It was you that leave me in hovers
Dreamt of we rule the sun plus the planet
Curves and echoes, all the non-human habit
What we learned the most from past to present
Love is the most elusive thing one hunnit
Chorus:
The process of history I can’t predict
Inevitable you that I can’t resist
I asked how you can always make a killing
Your face and body answered me without saying
If somebody told you that I ain’t never miss you
He must be a nose-yet-grow Pinocchio
Ink dot, tears mark, wonders how hard you grind
Inscribed after the line, “From your Valentine”