제공

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy
보컬
Paul Statham
Paul Statham
건반
Simon Rogers
Simon Rogers
뮤지션
Eddie Branch
Eddie Branch
베이스 기타
Peter Bonas
Peter Bonas
기타
Terl Bryant
Terl Bryant
드럼
작곡 및 작사
Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy
송라이터
Paul Statham
Paul Statham
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy
믹싱 엔지니어
Ian Grimble
Ian Grimble
엔지니어
Simon Rogers
Simon Rogers
프로듀서

가사

[Verse 1]
A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer-thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 2]
Push me in and take me toward
The subject in the subject taught
A war without, a war within
Join head and heart for to begin
Bemused, we flinch, no easy work
For invited men are loath to shirk
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 3]
War, work
War, work
War, work
[Verse 4]
(War) A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 5]
(War) You will understand
(Work) Of my burning pride
(War) Rips me up inside
(Work) Just murder once again
(War) You will understand
(Work) Rips me up inside
Rips me up inside
[Verse 6]
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own?
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend?
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech?
[Verse 7]
(War)
A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 8]
War, work
War, work
War, work
[Verse 9]
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own?
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend?
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech
Written by: Paul Statham, Peter Murphy
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