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Reckoning

	作词 : Tim Baker
	作曲 : Tim Baker
	the storm sits above the house
	that’s why i'm out
	to feel the heat of the weekend
	dry my hands on the poison pipes
	then weave home through lightning
	long hands through the reckoning clouds
	reaching down
	oh and when i die
	will i have to watch my life?
	make the same mistakes
	act the same drunk disgrace
	i would like to see it backwards
	slip back to that happy kid
	all the crap i collected
	put it back into the weary earth
	every anger melting
	every scar back to perfect skin
	see the bombs ascend
	see young johnny come home
	no messy dreams, no methadone
	oh to hear the speeches fail!
	the hatred slowly going pale
	oh to feel it empty out
	every crooked truth and crippling doubt
	to watch my body curl
	into the promise of a swollen girl
	and then i'm a gasp of love
	and they're young and fun and innocent

	zuò cí : Tim Baker
	zuò qǔ : Tim Baker
	the storm sits above the house
	that' s why i' m out
	to feel the heat of the weekend
	dry my hands on the poison pipes
	then weave home through lightning
	long hands through the reckoning clouds
	reaching down
	oh and when i die
	will i have to watch my life?
	make the same mistakes
	act the same drunk disgrace
	i would like to see it backwards
	slip back to that happy kid
	all the crap i collected
	put it back into the weary earth
	every anger melting
	every scar back to perfect skin
	see the bombs ascend
	see young johnny come home
	no messy dreams, no methadone
	oh to hear the speeches fail!
	the hatred slowly going pale
	oh to feel it empty out
	every crooked truth and crippling doubt
	to watch my body curl
	into the promise of a swollen girl
	and then i' m a gasp of love
	and they' re young and fun and innocent