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. |