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?