[00:00.000] 作词 : Buck, Mills, Stipe[00:01.277]You wake up in the morning[00:05.827]And fall out of your bed[00:11.931]Mean cats eat parakeets[00:16.462]And this one's nearly dead[00:21.507]You dearly wish the wind would shift[00:26.301]And greasy window slide[00:31.615]Open for the parakeet[00:36.394]Who's colored bitter lime[00:41.739]Open the window[00:46.542]To lift into your dreams[00:51.868]Baby, baby[00:56.917]You can barely breathe[01:03.020]A broken wrist[01:04.879]An accident[01:07.831]You know that something's wrong[01:12.618]You fold the leavings of your past[01:18.199]No one knows you've gone[01:23.245]The sunspot flares of the early nineties[01:29.095]Light up your wings[01:33.353]And scan the shortwave radio[01:38.392]It's tracking outer rings[01:43.754]Open the window[01:48.800]To lift into a dream[01:53.846]Baby, baby[01:58.902]You can start to breathe[02:05.290]The techtonic dispatcher shifts[02:10.077]To smooth the ocean floor[02:15.135]And flattens out to warmer winds[02:20.497]Of Brisbane's sunny shore[02:25.543]Where Buddhas tend to mending wrists[02:30.603]A tea made from the leaves[02:35.910]Of eucalyptus fragrances[02:40.960]And coriander seeds[02:46.025]Open the window[02:51.086]To lift into a dream[02:56.134]Baby, baby[03:01.446]You can start to breathe[03:06.509]Open the window[03:11.300]To lift into a dream[03:16.363]Baby, baby[03:21.676]You can start to breathe[03:28.055]You wake up in the morning[03:32.579]To warm Pacific breeze[03:37.894]Where mean cats chew licorice[03:43.240]And cannot climb the trees