Wedding - The Psychedelic Furs (魔幻皮草)
Written by：The Psychedelic Furs
Crooked heals on battered boots
Shoot down ragged miles
I'm coming home
I'm like a girl
In all her rags
And all her pearls
I hear her talk
Through vicious teeth
Sing god is gone
Stop hanging on my sleeve
And I can't speak
And all of that will never please
A hollow moon hung like a heart
Stars like dirty sparks
On dirty seas
And never seen
And all of that
And all of these
I hear her dust
Fall at her feet
And christ and all his crows
Can't keep it neat
So what of me
And all that I don't wanna be
A bitter taste
A bitter pill
Says nothing's ever true
And ever will become of me
