Inheritance 歌词
| 歌曲 | Inheritance |
| 歌手 | Lord Of The Isles |
| 歌手 | Ellen Renton |
| 专辑 | Whities 029 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Neil McDonald/Ellen Renton |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Neil McDonald |
| [00:07.171] | I must be the first |
| [00:11.324] | Surely no one has let the cold jeg their knees |
| [00:15.034] | Quite happily |
| [00:17.751] | Lined up a ruler against the seam |
| [00:20.676] | Where the sky on a too-full stomach |
| [00:23.053] | Tucks itself into the sea |
| [00:27.129] | Only I see the water |
| [00:30.812] | Sugar-glazed to stillness |
| [00:33.293] | Like two taps with a spoon |
| [00:35.409] | Would split its lid in two |
| [00:39.380] | The wind that burls me |
| [00:41.235] | Does not feel second hand |
| [00:44.369] | It’s as true as a first-word |
| [00:47.530] | That repaints the front room it cuts through |
| [00:52.650] | Sounds stretched to an echo |
| [00:55.262] | So no one remembers how language used to land |
| [01:00.252] | The sand |
| [01:02.159] | Is out the packet new |
| [01:05.842] | Branded with my shoes |
| [01:11.563] | Maybe the sun is knackered too |
| [01:15.847] | Like each of us |
| [01:17.728] | Wrapped up in our work, and ourselves |
| [01:21.411] | Dreaming of being shelled by our backpacks |
| [01:24.702] | And swallowed by the beach |
| [01:28.595] | Maybe it's a parent |
| [01:30.684] | Too tired to keep playing |
| [01:32.983] | That lies through their teeth |
| [01:36.536] | Because all pain is small change |
| [01:38.939] | In the cost of wonder |
| [01:43.693] | Rising somewhere else while we see it sleep |
| [01:48.787] | Returning its light |
| [01:50.564] | In the nick of time |
| [01:53.463] | So that not a grain is lost |
| [01:57.120] | Not a bloat of cloud burst |
| [02:00.778] | Not a wave out of place |
| [02:05.192] | I must be the first |
| [02:11.436] | Everything I have |
| [02:12.977] | Was given to me clean |
| [02:16.712] | Like the sky burns just to blush my face |
| [02:22.590] | I have held it up |
| [02:25.385] | Ungloved |
| [02:28.546] | Crushed seaweed beneath me |
| [02:32.151] | Breathed in the beach until I have a new set of lungs |
| [02:37.767] | But I have never wiped sunrise down my jumper |
| [02:41.189] | To get rid of fingerprints |
| [02:45.656] | I never took my shoes off as I came in |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Neil McDonald Ellen Renton |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Neil McDonald |
| [00:07.171] | I must be the first |
| [00:11.324] | Surely no one has let the cold jeg their knees |
| [00:15.034] | Quite happily |
| [00:17.751] | Lined up a ruler against the seam |
| [00:20.676] | Where the sky on a too-full stomach |
| [00:23.053] | Tucks itself into the sea |
| [00:27.129] | Only I see the water |
| [00:30.812] | Sugar-glazed to stillness |
| [00:33.293] | Like two taps with a spoon |
| [00:35.409] | Would split its lid in two |
| [00:39.380] | The wind that burls me |
| [00:41.235] | Does not feel second hand |
| [00:44.369] | It' s as true as a first-word |
| [00:47.530] | That repaints the front room it cuts through |
| [00:52.650] | Sounds stretched to an echo |
| [00:55.262] | So no one remembers how language used to land |
| [01:00.252] | The sand |
| [01:02.159] | Is out the packet new |
| [01:05.842] | Branded with my shoes |
| [01:11.563] | Maybe the sun is knackered too |
| [01:15.847] | Like each of us |
| [01:17.728] | Wrapped up in our work, and ourselves |
| [01:21.411] | Dreaming of being shelled by our backpacks |
| [01:24.702] | And swallowed by the beach |
| [01:28.595] | Maybe it' s a parent |
| [01:30.684] | Too tired to keep playing |
| [01:32.983] | That lies through their teeth |
| [01:36.536] | Because all pain is small change |
| [01:38.939] | In the cost of wonder |
| [01:43.693] | Rising somewhere else while we see it sleep |
| [01:48.787] | Returning its light |
| [01:50.564] | In the nick of time |
| [01:53.463] | So that not a grain is lost |
| [01:57.120] | Not a bloat of cloud burst |
| [02:00.778] | Not a wave out of place |
| [02:05.192] | I must be the first |
| [02:11.436] | Everything I have |
| [02:12.977] | Was given to me clean |
| [02:16.712] | Like the sky burns just to blush my face |
| [02:22.590] | I have held it up |
| [02:25.385] | Ungloved |
| [02:28.546] | Crushed seaweed beneath me |
| [02:32.151] | Breathed in the beach until I have a new set of lungs |
| [02:37.767] | But I have never wiped sunrise down my jumper |
| [02:41.189] | To get rid of fingerprints |
| [02:45.656] | I never took my shoes off as I came in |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Neil McDonald Ellen Renton |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Neil McDonald |
| [00:07.171] | I must be the first |
| [00:11.324] | Surely no one has let the cold jeg their knees |
| [00:15.034] | Quite happily |
| [00:17.751] | Lined up a ruler against the seam |
| [00:20.676] | Where the sky on a too-full stomach |
| [00:23.053] | Tucks itself into the sea |
| [00:27.129] | Only I see the water |
| [00:30.812] | Sugar-glazed to stillness |
| [00:33.293] | Like two taps with a spoon |
| [00:35.409] | Would split its lid in two |
| [00:39.380] | The wind that burls me |
| [00:41.235] | Does not feel second hand |
| [00:44.369] | It' s as true as a first-word |
| [00:47.530] | That repaints the front room it cuts through |
| [00:52.650] | Sounds stretched to an echo |
| [00:55.262] | So no one remembers how language used to land |
| [01:00.252] | The sand |
| [01:02.159] | Is out the packet new |
| [01:05.842] | Branded with my shoes |
| [01:11.563] | Maybe the sun is knackered too |
| [01:15.847] | Like each of us |
| [01:17.728] | Wrapped up in our work, and ourselves |
| [01:21.411] | Dreaming of being shelled by our backpacks |
| [01:24.702] | And swallowed by the beach |
| [01:28.595] | Maybe it' s a parent |
| [01:30.684] | Too tired to keep playing |
| [01:32.983] | That lies through their teeth |
| [01:36.536] | Because all pain is small change |
| [01:38.939] | In the cost of wonder |
| [01:43.693] | Rising somewhere else while we see it sleep |
| [01:48.787] | Returning its light |
| [01:50.564] | In the nick of time |
| [01:53.463] | So that not a grain is lost |
| [01:57.120] | Not a bloat of cloud burst |
| [02:00.778] | Not a wave out of place |
| [02:05.192] | I must be the first |
| [02:11.436] | Everything I have |
| [02:12.977] | Was given to me clean |
| [02:16.712] | Like the sky burns just to blush my face |
| [02:22.590] | I have held it up |
| [02:25.385] | Ungloved |
| [02:28.546] | Crushed seaweed beneath me |
| [02:32.151] | Breathed in the beach until I have a new set of lungs |
| [02:37.767] | But I have never wiped sunrise down my jumper |
| [02:41.189] | To get rid of fingerprints |
| [02:45.656] | I never took my shoes off as I came in |
| [00:07.171] | 我将先行 |
| [00:11.324] | 没人曾踏进这刺骨寒冰 |
| [00:15.034] | 带着满心欢喜 |
| [00:17.751] | 将尺子对准狭缝 |
| [00:20.676] | 在那里天空撑起肚皮 |
| [00:23.053] | 然后把自己塞进海里 |
| [00:27.129] | 唯独我看见了水 |
| [00:30.812] | 瓷釉般光洁宁静 |
| [00:33.293] | 仿佛用勺子敲两下 |
| [00:35.409] | 就会一分为二 |
| [00:39.380] | 晚风将我剥离 |
| [00:41.235] | 痛楚无休无尽 |
| [00:44.369] | 像卷首语般真切 |
| [00:47.530] | 它呼啸着穿过前屋 |
| [00:52.650] | 声音拉长萦绕 |
| [00:55.262] | 以至于人忘记了语言如何产生 |
| [01:00.252] | 沙砾 |
| [01:02.159] | 不染烟尘的沙砾 |
| [01:05.842] | 也留下我一步步足迹 |
| [01:11.563] | 也许太阳累了，黯淡了 |
| [01:15.847] | 就像我们每个人 |
| [01:17.728] | 专注于工作，专注于自己 |
| [01:21.411] | 想象着衣物与背包飞离 |
| [01:24.702] | 然后被海滩吞进 |
| [01:28.595] | 它好像一个家长 |
| [01:30.684] | 厌倦和孩子玩耍 |
| [01:32.983] | 却又说出善意的谎言 |
| [01:36.536] | 因为痛苦微不足道 |
| [01:38.939] | 而奇迹需要代价 |
| [01:43.693] | 当我们看到它沉睡时，它在别处升起 |
| [01:48.787] | 回赠光芒 |
| [01:50.564] | 在最后一刻 |
| [01:53.463] | 这样没有一粒沙会消失 |
| [01:57.120] | 没有一团浮云会爆裂 |
| [02:00.778] | 没有一片浪会冲出轨道 |
| [02:05.192] | 我站在新的天地 |
| [02:11.436] | 我祈求的一切 |
| [02:12.977] | 都被一尘不染地赐予 |
| [02:16.712] | 就像天空为染红我的脸而燃烧 |
| [02:22.590] | 我把它举起来了 |
| [02:25.385] | 肌肤可感 |
| [02:28.546] | 踩碎脚下的海藻 |
| [02:32.151] | 在沙滩上呼吸，直到焕然一新 |
| [02:37.767] | 但我从未擦掉日出的风景 |
| [02:41.189] | 为了不留下痕迹 |
| [02:45.656] | 从来小心翼翼，从未敞开心意 |
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