Writers Are a Funny Breed 歌词

	作词 : Siberry
	It is very quiet here--so still
	I don't live here--I live down the hill
	On this winter's afternoon
	The distant sun--it slowly swings the room around
	This room hangs on a golden chain
	Suspended
	Frozen
	Frozen in time since you went away
	Walking through your rooms I though your things
	Fitting--these aren't fingers these are wings
	It says April on your calendar
	It's winter now--I wonder where you are
	I hope it's warm and sunny--or cold and windy
	As long as you're fine
	Your house is as tumble-down as mine
	Crumpled papers everywhere like mine
	This one says "I'll write no more"
	That one says "don't lock the door"
	Writers are a funny breed
	I should know
	You said someday when we're pure and high
	We won't need to capture and describe
	The things we see or don't see
	We'll let things be
	Let things be
	That's when you'd leave
	And that is why I had to come today
	My mad scribbling crumpled, crippled, fey
	Tossing words from ledges that erode
	From ledges--I am not a goat
	I am not a piece of chalk
	I just want to do it right like you
	And now I stand here in your house
	Everything's so still
	I wonder if I'll write again
	Or let things be
	Writers are a funny breed

	zuo ci : Siberry
	It is very quiet hereso still
	I don' t live hereI live down the hill
	On this winter' s afternoon
	The distant sunit slowly swings the room around
	This room hangs on a golden chain
	Suspended
	Frozen
	Frozen in time since you went away
	Walking through your rooms I though your things
	Fittingthese aren' t fingers these are wings
	It says April on your calendar
	It' s winter nowI wonder where you are
	I hope it' s warm and sunnyor cold and windy
	As long as you' re fine
	Your house is as tumbledown as mine
	Crumpled papers everywhere like mine
	This one says " I' ll write no more"
	That one says " don' t lock the door"
	Writers are a funny breed
	I should know
	You said someday when we' re pure and high
	We won' t need to capture and describe
	The things we see or don' t see
	We' ll let things be
	Let things be
	That' s when you' d leave
	And that is why I had to come today
	My mad scribbling crumpled, crippled, fey
	Tossing words from ledges that erode
	From ledgesI am not a goat
	I am not a piece of chalk
	I just want to do it right like you
	And now I stand here in your house
	Everything' s so still
	I wonder if I' ll write again
	Or let things be
	Writers are a funny breed

	zuò cí : Siberry
	It is very quiet hereso still
	I don' t live hereI live down the hill
	On this winter' s afternoon
	The distant sunit slowly swings the room around
	This room hangs on a golden chain
	Suspended
	Frozen
	Frozen in time since you went away
	Walking through your rooms I though your things
	Fittingthese aren' t fingers these are wings
	It says April on your calendar
	It' s winter nowI wonder where you are
	I hope it' s warm and sunnyor cold and windy
	As long as you' re fine
	Your house is as tumbledown as mine
	Crumpled papers everywhere like mine
	This one says " I' ll write no more"
	That one says " don' t lock the door"
	Writers are a funny breed
	I should know
	You said someday when we' re pure and high
	We won' t need to capture and describe
	The things we see or don' t see
	We' ll let things be
	Let things be
	That' s when you' d leave
	And that is why I had to come today
	My mad scribbling crumpled, crippled, fey
	Tossing words from ledges that erode
	From ledgesI am not a goat
	I am not a piece of chalk
	I just want to do it right like you
	And now I stand here in your house
	Everything' s so still
	I wonder if I' ll write again
	Or let things be
	Writers are a funny breed

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