[00:00.000] 作词 : Kate Tempest/Dan Carey
[00:00.046] 作曲 : Kate Tempest/Dan Carey
[00:00.92]Close the curtains, light the incense
[00:04.58]Inhale the thick clouds with your eyes closed, your nose burns
[00:09.50]On your knees in the corner of a strange woman's room
[00:13.59]Her naked feet like tree roots in this undergrowth
[00:18.03]Frankincense, Frankenstein, Francophile, Philistine
[00:22.29]Frankly, we are killing time
[00:24.67]Wake it, bring it back to life
[00:28.74]Kneel, bathe in warm water
[00:32.86]Your bodies dirt turns the bath-tub as grey as these walls
[00:38.05]Notice, bathe at moonrise and sunrise
[00:41.97]And when you switch off the telly
[00:44.80]Wrap your head in clean towels
[00:47.66]Curl up like a found thing
[00:49.98]A dead insect collected
[00:51.94]Between the pages of an old book written
[00:54.85]In a language you can’t read
[00:58.29]Now dry the inside of your elbows in painstaking ritual
[01:02.82]Three times clockwise, three times anti-clockwise
[01:07.29]Don't breathe in until there's no air left in your lungs
[01:13.94]Keep moving, don’t move
[01:17.72]Keep moving, don't move
[01:22.54]Seven point two billion humans
[01:27.77]Seven point three billion humans
[01:34.05]Seven point four billion humans
[01:42.84]The rain falls like troops
[01:44.32]Like troops, the rain falls
[01:46.27]Open your coat in it, shiver and cough
[01:48.74]Your skin's like a dead thing, dying
[01:51.49]Your feet like ********, the rain falls like troops
[01:55.10]Walk up the hill, post-pub trudge
[01:57.41]Laugh to it, live to it
[01:59.65]It's coming to pass, my countries coming apart
[02:02.21]The whole thing's becoming such a bumbling
[02:05.29]Open the front door, your key is an arrow
[02:11.02]Now turn three times in the hallway
[02:13.96]Peel off your clothes, socks last, socks last
[02:19.47]Stand naked and push your twig fingers
[02:22.21]Through the wet bracken that storms by your ears
[02:26.31]Stand naked and shiver
[02:29.55]Now dress in warm things that smell of your body
[02:34.63]Lie in a cross on the rug, watched by the dog
[02:39.30]Let his mild concern be comforting
[02:42.48]As you stare at the bottom of the chair
[02:47.43]Drink rum from a curved glass
[02:49.59]That you stole from a place that you hated
[02:51.94]Eat raw food standing up at the fridge
[02:55.08]Stroke the phone screen with your thumb
[02:57.55]Like a mother trying to wipe clean the face of her only child
[03:01.89]That blemish, that black dot that will not come clean
[03:05.77]The first sign of the plague
[03:08.94]Absorb the ache of all your friends
[03:12.62]And sleep with the light in your brain burning UV all night
[03:16.85]Wake tired, eat bread, eat oranges, eat bus stops
[03:21.06]Eat traffic jams, eat shoes, eat shop windows
[03:24.64]Eat the chair you're sitting on, eat the table
[03:27.32]Eat the idea there was ever more than this
[03:31.39]Eat the beer, eat the takeaway, eat the boredom, eat the breakup
[03:36.09]Eat the phone she's hasn't called
[03:38.24]Eat her ringtone six times, six times
[03:40.26]And when she answers, eat the silence in your mouth
[03:43.75]Eat the pillow, eat the blankets, eat the moon
[03:46.46]Eat the screaming drunks, eat the bad dreams, wake up
[03:49.54]Eat the alarm, remember to chew
[03:52.82]Are you doing this, too?
[03:56.82]Seven point four billion humans
[04:02.53]Seven point five billion humans
[04:08.76]Seven point six billion humans
[04:17.90]Open your arms and their legs
[04:20.38]And your teeth and their jeans
[04:23.26]And your ribs and their eyes
[04:26.17]And your skin and their brain
[04:30.73]And push two lonelinesses together
[04:36.23]And create more loneliness
[04:41.29]Or create god and come inside each other
[04:46.54]Walk through the city alone in a stupor of love
[04:49.62]Create god, touch everything
[04:53.39]Nod at strangers like a daffodil with a severed head
[04:56.88]Your face is a trumpet, blow the futile brass part
[05:03.44]Sit across your lover's lap and scream into their mouth
[05:09.23]Where’s love?
[05:12.06]Create god, but where’s love?
[05:17.77]The last real pub in the south is surrounded by wankers
[05:20.46]And they're coming in close with their cards out
[05:22.81]So let’s link arms
[05:24.35]Be prepared to go down with your ship, your ship's sunk
[05:27.72]Be prepared to go down
[05:31.58]Stick your hands out of the car on the motorway
[05:34.12]Feel the wind pushing its face into your open palms
[05:38.95]Keep moving, don't move
[05:43.04]Keep moving, don't move
[05:47.90]Keep moving