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Symmetrical Arizona

	作曲 : Driver
	The Ribbon of the Bell
	Slipped her stockings straight
	And fluttered to the choir below
	And tied herself to the countertenor
	Leftmost in the frontmost row.
	I saw her path before she even fell
	And that is why I stood beneath the bell
	And from the bottom up,
	Its details stark and doubted
	Ignite an uproar in stained-glass
	And sound the trumpets of vanity
	With knowledge of a monument erased
	I'm the woodpecker on the chimney
	Digging at the wrong stone
	But blithely shaking off an ordinary brown
	Those faded feathers somersaulting low across the road

	zuò qǔ : Driver
	The Ribbon of the Bell
	Slipped her stockings straight
	And fluttered to the choir below
	And tied herself to the countertenor
	Leftmost in the frontmost row.
	I saw her path before she even fell
	And that is why I stood beneath the bell
	And from the bottom up,
	Its details stark and doubted
	Ignite an uproar in stainedglass
	And sound the trumpets of vanity
	With knowledge of a monument erased
	I' m the woodpecker on the chimney
	Digging at the wrong stone
	But blithely shaking off an ordinary brown
	Those faded feathers somersaulting low across the road