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[00:31.27]Don't move an inch
[00:33.65]Listen for a singing
[00:37.61]Hitting in your bones like they were forks
[00:42.56]If you hear what I hear
[00:48.33]Don't just sit there
[00:51.44]We are only strumming water
[00:54.77]On this most unlikely chord
[01:00.00]You got blown shore to shore
[01:02.83]Not quite sailing
[01:08.68]Riding on the trade-winds of age
[01:14.63]Things blow in
[01:20.11]Don't just cast them
[01:22.92]You say it now, what you want to stay
[01:40.02]I was once on a long boat
[01:44.13]Star mapping the night roots
[01:47.65]Lightening the load
[01:50.45]Just in case
[01:53.77]Things float in to be taken
[02:01.54]If you don't know by now, what will stay
[02:07.97]So don't move an inch
[02:11.43]Don't move a single second
[02:15.19]Until the shade behind your thoughts is not confused
[02:22.30]'Cause I felt your itch
[02:26.03]I know the scent as well as any
[02:29.72]Clotting your garden
[02:31.68]Of paint or pollen
[02:33.31]Brick in your mortar
[02:35.31]Petals to soak in
[02:37.04]On the cracks
[02:38.98]Thicker or finer
[02:40.48]Milk in your water
[02:41.99]Black in your primer
[02:43.90]Wood in your brush
[02:45.59]Now I am your cloth
[02:47.29]Whatever you want
[02:49.19]The best is upon us
[02:51.70]Its a finicky muse
[02:54.80]With only potential to choose
文本歌词
Don't move an inch
Listen for a singing
Hitting in your bones like they were forks
If you hear what I hear
Don't just sit there
We are only strumming water
On this most unlikely chord
You got blown shore to shore
Not quite sailing
Riding on the trade-winds of age
Things blow in
Don't just cast them
You say it now, what you want to stay
I was once on a long boat
Star mapping the night roots
Lightening the load
Just in case
Things float in to be taken
If you don't know by now, what will stay
So don't move an inch
Don't move a single second
Until the shade behind your thoughts is not confused
'Cause I felt your itch
I know the scent as well as any
Clotting your garden
Of paint or pollen
Brick in your mortar
Petals to soak in
On the cracks
Thicker or finer
Milk in your water
Black in your primer
Wood in your brush
Now I am your cloth
Whatever you want
The best is upon us
Its a finicky muse
With only potential to choose