Seasons Rest 歌词

	作词 : Tim Crabtree
	作曲 : Tim Crabtree
	All out for season’s rest, tired limbs, back, sinking chest
	The promise: You won’t fight a harder season
	Bleed slower than you’d think, it dries before we meet
	You’ll wait for me, this time, this time you’ll wait, this...
	The last light hugs the trees and brings a sense of ease
	The brakes won’t work for any reason you’d say
	Lean on some fireless eyes, they’ll slake the need
	you’ve reached the point where you would call another number
	But no, don’t
	The thorn slips in your side,
	but no-one entertained the least thought you would pull it out so quickly
	Keep on for all you’re worth, too weak, too cold to work
	The sinking light brings all the flies around me
	Called out for you,
	some tearless face
	All light, no space
	Don’t move, you fool
	Kindness takes the sting from falling where you shouldn’t
	Glory reaches ages where the others wouldn’t
	So pile them up, pry them out where the orders lead them
	The slack yanked tight trips out the lights, now we’re all equal

	zuo ci : Tim Crabtree
	zuo qu : Tim Crabtree
	All out for season' s rest, tired limbs, back, sinking chest
	The promise: You won' t fight a harder season
	Bleed slower than you' d think, it dries before we meet
	You' ll wait for me, this time, this time you' ll wait, this...
	The last light hugs the trees and brings a sense of ease
	The brakes won' t work for any reason you' d say
	Lean on some fireless eyes, they' ll slake the need
	you' ve reached the point where you would call another number
	But no, don' t
	The thorn slips in your side,
	but noone entertained the least thought you would pull it out so quickly
	Keep on for all you' re worth, too weak, too cold to work
	The sinking light brings all the flies around me
	Called out for you,
	some tearless face
	All light, no space
	Don' t move, you fool
	Kindness takes the sting from falling where you shouldn' t
	Glory reaches ages where the others wouldn' t
	So pile them up, pry them out where the orders lead them
	The slack yanked tight trips out the lights, now we' re all equal

	zuò cí : Tim Crabtree
	zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree
	All out for season' s rest, tired limbs, back, sinking chest
	The promise: You won' t fight a harder season
	Bleed slower than you' d think, it dries before we meet
	You' ll wait for me, this time, this time you' ll wait, this...
	The last light hugs the trees and brings a sense of ease
	The brakes won' t work for any reason you' d say
	Lean on some fireless eyes, they' ll slake the need
	you' ve reached the point where you would call another number
	But no, don' t
	The thorn slips in your side,
	but noone entertained the least thought you would pull it out so quickly
	Keep on for all you' re worth, too weak, too cold to work
	The sinking light brings all the flies around me
	Called out for you,
	some tearless face
	All light, no space
	Don' t move, you fool
	Kindness takes the sting from falling where you shouldn' t
	Glory reaches ages where the others wouldn' t
	So pile them up, pry them out where the orders lead them
	The slack yanked tight trips out the lights, now we' re all equal

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