[00:00.00] 作词 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden[00:01.00] 作曲 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden[00:26.50]Sleep as the goer[00:29.44]the bridge that watches the light speed thru[00:34.62]and cries while the spirit stumbles[00:38.35]and inside missile for the protection of you[00:51.14]maybe it's siletn[00:54.08]the voice can't bear anymore strain[00:59.35]but speak without even knowing[01:02.96]and streams outside in the direction of truth[01:26.73]there's no reason there's no secret to decode[01:35.18]if youc an't save it, leave it dying on the road[01:44.30]wide open arms can feel so cold[01:49.52]so cold[01:51.24]feel so cold[02:17.19]balance the books, the ledges, the loons[02:18.91]the disappointed look on the faces[02:21.24]that squint at the moon[02:25.10]let's see it with shadows enhance[02:29.61]and then vote to decide who'll advance[02:34.52]silver jet plane, making a turn[02:37.56]exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn[02:43.95]it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed[02:48.44]if you're conscious you must be depressed[02:53.02]or at least cynical[02:59.51]but someone might still eat the steaks[03:02.77]even if they're tough[03:05.82]spending the day[03:07.35]chewing the fat[03:08.85]floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough[03:18.70]oh marianne, pass me the joint[03:21.45]the sandpaper's tan[03:22.98]go-getters are surfing the point[03:27.67]and london's a cratch on the lens[03:30.67]it's over before it begins[03:37.09]silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders[03:40.28]the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick[03:46.49]but really there's no trip at all[03:49.53]that doesn't result in a fall[03:55.58]or a faltering[04:02.08]but something might spit out the bait[04:05.46]even if it's real[04:08.50]rolling away[04:09.89]missing a spoke[04:11.59]close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough[04:20.98]holding th eline[04:22.52]clutching the phone[04:24.04]nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right[04:30.04]it's not right[04:33.38]smelling for blood[04:34.99]praying for rain[04:36.46]running away isn't rough, but it's not enough[04:56.85]the low tide is telling me, when it's over,[05:10.18]to breathe in everything exposed[05:19.18]and comes back to cover me in a blanket[05:32.69]being here's always changing tunes[07:02.38]the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all[07:16.03]wide open arms can feel so cold[07:29.29]and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's[07:34.87]worth[07:42.68]but I hope I die before i get sold[07:56.28]I hope I die before I get sold[08:09.67]I'd rather die before I get sold[08:22.27]if you find the soul that you lost[08:26.76]frozen in a starry void[08:31.73]take it within and hope the sight of blood[08:34.66]can will signs of life to return[08:40.55]back to the way that it was[08:44.74]long before it made a noise[08:49.63]to keep on quietly reminding you[08:52.55]what's never created or destroyed[08:57.38][09:13.23]wake as the swell peaks[09:16.20]the close-outs drowning the birds with roars[09:21.59]and howls scare the new unkindness[09:24.90]that picks and laughs at the carrion scene[09:32.39][09:35.56]forces you see breath can always go into hiding[09:43.85]and wait 'til it passes over[09:47.34]or stay far gone for all eternity[09:56.15]