クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sinead O Brien
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sinead O Brien
Songwriter
Julian Hanson
Songwriter
Oscar Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Carey
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
If I must look on every blessed thing and sing the praises
Praise the honest thing
A babe before angel wings
And let the rain come down in showers
The way the blessed things give meaning to the hours
Then I must be a singer
Set me free
Let me sing
Let me make a song for all the things I look upon
And praise the ladies all in waiting
Waiting for a knelling bell to toll
All things still
There is a perfect stalking prey with a hawking patience
Praise the honest thing
A babe before angel wings
Praise the honest thing
[Verse 2]
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
[Verse 3]
Time bend and break the bower
[Verse 4]
Praise the vision who returns in multitudes
Blinded by indecision
Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin
Praise the body precious
Fearful beauty looks into the lowliness of submission
Burnt and bleached by desert suns
Praise the vision who returns
In multitudes comes and comes
Praise the vision
[Verse 5]
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
[Verse 6]
Time bend and break the bower
[Verse 7]
When I see in eyes a glitter
Hints of futures
The mystery of unknown shores
And unnamed waters
Walk with me and show me all that the cliffs contain
If I must look on everything
And I must sing before the language shifts again
Rushing on the race of changing meridians
The tides
The blessed tides of our names are coming in
[Verse 8]
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
[Verse 9]
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
[Verse 10]
Time bend and break the bower
[Verse 11]
Praise the vision who returns in multitudes
Blinded by indecision
Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin
Praise the body precious
Fearful beauty looks into the lowliness of submission
Burnt and bleached by desert suns
Praise the vision who returns
In multitudes comes and comes
Praise the vision
[Verse 12]
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
[Verse 13]
Time bend and break the bower
Written by: Julian Hanson, Oscar Robertson, Sinead O Brien
