| 歌曲 | Mermaid |
| 歌手 | Okkervil River |
| 专辑 | Mermaid |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| So I said, “Men, pull her out of the water* | |
| And then lay on hands, | |
| And bind back her flippers and tail | |
| Until international waters. And there we’ll feel | |
| What’s human inside of her.” | |
| So she’s chilly and slick | |
| On her hips where the scales | |
| Meet with skin. With a sickening | |
| Flick of her tail, circling, | |
| Her gills fill with cold, salty water. She thrashes | |
| And twirls, her freezing fins fluttering. | |
| And she’s pretty, I think, | |
| With her hair dark as ink, and her belly bone-white. | |
| And her lips, of a slight, sea-shell pink, slightly part | |
| As she’s tonguing the tub’s rusty rim, | |
| As the saltwater flows out and in. | |
| All farewells to the land we knew well | |
| We’d never be touching again. | |
| To the fields where we rambled and ran. | |
| Farewell to our wives and children. | |
| Let’s stand on the deck and let’s watch | |
| them all disappearing. | |
| And the days all float by | |
| in a daze, over waves, under sky. | |
| And the weeks slowly leak into years. | |
| The last islands are all left behind as we silently sail. | |
| Until late some dark night, a wild wind starts to wail. | |
| And our map blows away. | |
| And our compasses fail. | |
| And it’s out on the lost boiling black water | |
| where I see her float out. | |
| And she’s so thin and so pale. I see her rise up. | |
| And she’s so fast and so fair. My hands meet, | |
| and they press to a point in the air, | |
| but my mouth fills with more panic than prayer. | |
| And my skull fills with more color than care. | |
| And my heart fills with love, with too much love to bear. | |
| And I know that I’ll stay, and that she’ll always be there, | |
| my hands sunk in cold sand, | |
| sea-weed strung through her hair. |
| So I said, " Men, pull her out of the water | |
| And then lay on hands, | |
| And bind back her flippers and tail | |
| Until international waters. And there we' ll feel | |
| What' s human inside of her." | |
| So she' s chilly and slick | |
| On her hips where the scales | |
| Meet with skin. With a sickening | |
| Flick of her tail, circling, | |
| Her gills fill with cold, salty water. She thrashes | |
| And twirls, her freezing fins fluttering. | |
| And she' s pretty, I think, | |
| With her hair dark as ink, and her belly bonewhite. | |
| And her lips, of a slight, seashell pink, slightly part | |
| As she' s tonguing the tub' s rusty rim, | |
| As the saltwater flows out and in. | |
| All farewells to the land we knew well | |
| We' d never be touching again. | |
| To the fields where we rambled and ran. | |
| Farewell to our wives and children. | |
| Let' s stand on the deck and let' s watch | |
| them all disappearing. | |
| And the days all float by | |
| in a daze, over waves, under sky. | |
| And the weeks slowly leak into years. | |
| The last islands are all left behind as we silently sail. | |
| Until late some dark night, a wild wind starts to wail. | |
| And our map blows away. | |
| And our compasses fail. | |
| And it' s out on the lost boiling black water | |
| where I see her float out. | |
| And she' s so thin and so pale. I see her rise up. | |
| And she' s so fast and so fair. My hands meet, | |
| and they press to a point in the air, | |
| but my mouth fills with more panic than prayer. | |
| And my skull fills with more color than care. | |
| And my heart fills with love, with too much love to bear. | |
| And I know that I' ll stay, and that she' ll always be there, | |
| my hands sunk in cold sand, | |
| seaweed strung through her hair. |
| So I said, " Men, pull her out of the water | |
| And then lay on hands, | |
| And bind back her flippers and tail | |
| Until international waters. And there we' ll feel | |
| What' s human inside of her." | |
| So she' s chilly and slick | |
| On her hips where the scales | |
| Meet with skin. With a sickening | |
| Flick of her tail, circling, | |
| Her gills fill with cold, salty water. She thrashes | |
| And twirls, her freezing fins fluttering. | |
| And she' s pretty, I think, | |
| With her hair dark as ink, and her belly bonewhite. | |
| And her lips, of a slight, seashell pink, slightly part | |
| As she' s tonguing the tub' s rusty rim, | |
| As the saltwater flows out and in. | |
| All farewells to the land we knew well | |
| We' d never be touching again. | |
| To the fields where we rambled and ran. | |
| Farewell to our wives and children. | |
| Let' s stand on the deck and let' s watch | |
| them all disappearing. | |
| And the days all float by | |
| in a daze, over waves, under sky. | |
| And the weeks slowly leak into years. | |
| The last islands are all left behind as we silently sail. | |
| Until late some dark night, a wild wind starts to wail. | |
| And our map blows away. | |
| And our compasses fail. | |
| And it' s out on the lost boiling black water | |
| where I see her float out. | |
| And she' s so thin and so pale. I see her rise up. | |
| And she' s so fast and so fair. My hands meet, | |
| and they press to a point in the air, | |
| but my mouth fills with more panic than prayer. | |
| And my skull fills with more color than care. | |
| And my heart fills with love, with too much love to bear. | |
| And I know that I' ll stay, and that she' ll always be there, | |
| my hands sunk in cold sand, | |
| seaweed strung through her hair. |