Watch Me Go 歌词

	作词 : Tim Crabtree
	作曲 : Tim Crabtree
	So sick of pages that lead and mislead him
	he gave up on words altogether today
	Plastic for fire burns heavy, toxic.
	A throat-sticking sweetness that counters the flames
	Spread the salt out, don’t leave the dogs out.
	Snow come down, rainfall turn to ice
	Spread the salt out, leach all the dank out
	Called out for order, for silence, for solace.
	Responses are mute, it all turned on its head
	Over-mechanical, violent and soulless.
	At least you got something: away from the threat
	Reach out to pull in, it’s taken as lashing out.
	With no words to couch it it won’t slip aside
	So pull it up, pull it up, away from unworthy hands
	Loosening, loosening, enough to slip your fingers in
	Thickening, thickening.
	It grows to fill up the empty space
	Would you all, could you all be just about as sound as you are?
	Will you watch me go?
	Keeping hands to the sides, elbows in, fingers tight
	When you’re just no good.
	If you leave you’ve no say.
	Gave it up, you’ve no right
	It’s the speech I know.
	It’s the seeping inside leeching out through the sides
	Will you go fly off, midst the roots, midst the soil, midst the mud,
	will you watch me go?
	Will you watch me go?

	zuo ci : Tim Crabtree
	zuo qu : Tim Crabtree
	So sick of pages that lead and mislead him
	he gave up on words altogether today
	Plastic for fire burns heavy, toxic.
	A throatsticking sweetness that counters the flames
	Spread the salt out, don' t leave the dogs out.
	Snow come down, rainfall turn to ice
	Spread the salt out, leach all the dank out
	Called out for order, for silence, for solace.
	Responses are mute, it all turned on its head
	Overmechanical, violent and soulless.
	At least you got something: away from the threat
	Reach out to pull in, it' s taken as lashing out.
	With no words to couch it it won' t slip aside
	So pull it up, pull it up, away from unworthy hands
	Loosening, loosening, enough to slip your fingers in
	Thickening, thickening.
	It grows to fill up the empty space
	Would you all, could you all be just about as sound as you are?
	Will you watch me go?
	Keeping hands to the sides, elbows in, fingers tight
	When you' re just no good.
	If you leave you' ve no say.
	Gave it up, you' ve no right
	It' s the speech I know.
	It' s the seeping inside leeching out through the sides
	Will you go fly off, midst the roots, midst the soil, midst the mud,
	will you watch me go?
	Will you watch me go?

	zuò cí : Tim Crabtree
	zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree
	So sick of pages that lead and mislead him
	he gave up on words altogether today
	Plastic for fire burns heavy, toxic.
	A throatsticking sweetness that counters the flames
	Spread the salt out, don' t leave the dogs out.
	Snow come down, rainfall turn to ice
	Spread the salt out, leach all the dank out
	Called out for order, for silence, for solace.
	Responses are mute, it all turned on its head
	Overmechanical, violent and soulless.
	At least you got something: away from the threat
	Reach out to pull in, it' s taken as lashing out.
	With no words to couch it it won' t slip aside
	So pull it up, pull it up, away from unworthy hands
	Loosening, loosening, enough to slip your fingers in
	Thickening, thickening.
	It grows to fill up the empty space
	Would you all, could you all be just about as sound as you are?
	Will you watch me go?
	Keeping hands to the sides, elbows in, fingers tight
	When you' re just no good.
	If you leave you' ve no say.
	Gave it up, you' ve no right
	It' s the speech I know.
	It' s the seeping inside leeching out through the sides
	Will you go fly off, midst the roots, midst the soil, midst the mud,
	will you watch me go?
	Will you watch me go?

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