歌曲 | Tourniquet |
歌手 | Hem |
专辑 | Departure & Farewell |
Brooklyn, I’m broken -- I’m breaking apart -- | |
Greenpoint pins down my hand, Red Hook pierces my heart -- | |
And my blood runs into the Gowanus Canal | |
Where it sinks to the bottom | |
And hurts like hell. | |
The Prospectors still search for highs in the heights | |
‘Til their first bloody nose which they laugh off despite | |
How it seems that whatever gets left in a bar | |
Just becomes part of Brooklyn | |
And here we are. | |
Oh, here we are... | |
Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South -- | |
Some kid’s shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth -- | |
And these trains held in Chambers are ready to blow | |
All the way back to Brooklyn | |
And here we go. | |
Oh, here we go... | |
Oh Brooklyn, your bridges are bound up in light -- | |
Every artery’s clogged as you pull the belt tight -- | |
And this tourniquet turns even tighter until | |
Traffic comes to a standstill. | |
We come to a standstill. | |
I come to a standstill. | |
Oh, here we are... |
Brooklyn, I' m broken I' m breaking apart | |
Greenpoint pins down my hand, Red Hook pierces my heart | |
And my blood runs into the Gowanus Canal | |
Where it sinks to the bottom | |
And hurts like hell. | |
The Prospectors still search for highs in the heights | |
' Til their first bloody nose which they laugh off despite | |
How it seems that whatever gets left in a bar | |
Just becomes part of Brooklyn | |
And here we are. | |
Oh, here we are... | |
Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South | |
Some kid' s shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth | |
And these trains held in Chambers are ready to blow | |
All the way back to Brooklyn | |
And here we go. | |
Oh, here we go... | |
Oh Brooklyn, your bridges are bound up in light | |
Every artery' s clogged as you pull the belt tight | |
And this tourniquet turns even tighter until | |
Traffic comes to a standstill. | |
We come to a standstill. | |
I come to a standstill. | |
Oh, here we are... |