歌曲 | Seasons Rest |
歌手 | Paper Beat Scissors |
专辑 | Paper Beat Scissors |
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 |
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 |