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Tender Blindspot

	作曲 : Mulvey
	It's cold, but at least the sun is out
	Her breath hangs glowing in the air
	She's standing at the car with the key in her hand
	Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere
	All at once, the weight has lifted
	Forgotten the weeping all last night
	She's wearing a frown borrowed from her father
	Her head is tilted a little to the right
	And it's just your tender blindspot
	Not the ruination of your soul
	As long as trees are skying
	Tears are weeping seas to make us whole
	Still you wonder why you're aching
	Why you should go on, you just don't know
	But it's just your tender blindspot
	From that tender blindspot you must go
	The days are short and grey
	It's the hardest time of year
	And she must have missed the roadsign that said
	"From now on, nothing will be clear"
	And the whole day is claling
	But she is frozen to the ground
	There's something in the silence
	There is something waiting to be found
	And it's just your tender blindspot
	Not the ruination of your soul
	As long as trees are skying
	Tears are weeping seas to make us whole
	Still you wonder why you're aching
	Why you should go on, you just don't know
	But it's just your tender blindspot
	From that tender blindspot you must go
	And the morning dove is clinging
	To the powerlines above
	And time is hanging fozen
	In its grace and pain and love

	zuò qǔ : Mulvey
	It' s cold, but at least the sun is out
	Her breath hangs glowing in the air
	She' s standing at the car with the key in her hand
	Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere
	All at once, the weight has lifted
	Forgotten the weeping all last night
	She' s wearing a frown borrowed from her father
	Her head is tilted a little to the right
	And it' s just your tender blindspot
	Not the ruination of your soul
	As long as trees are skying
	Tears are weeping seas to make us whole
	Still you wonder why you' re aching
	Why you should go on, you just don' t know
	But it' s just your tender blindspot
	From that tender blindspot you must go
	The days are short and grey
	It' s the hardest time of year
	And she must have missed the roadsign that said
	" From now on, nothing will be clear"
	And the whole day is claling
	But she is frozen to the ground
	There' s something in the silence
	There is something waiting to be found
	And it' s just your tender blindspot
	Not the ruination of your soul
	As long as trees are skying
	Tears are weeping seas to make us whole
	Still you wonder why you' re aching
	Why you should go on, you just don' t know
	But it' s just your tender blindspot
	From that tender blindspot you must go
	And the morning dove is clinging
	To the powerlines above
	And time is hanging fozen
	In its grace and pain and love