[00:00.000] 作词 : Tamara Lindeman
[00:00.191] 作曲 : Tamara Lindeman
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[00:16.207] You could go for hours, months, and days
[00:25.709] In that half-hearted, pinched kind of way
[00:32.614] And you don’t get too often to the bruise-coloured lake
[00:39.866] To stand, hands in your pockets
[00:48.784] Sometimes you don’t see nothing much there:
[00:56.304] Sunken old moorings, rusted-out stairs, and white sailboats against the sky
[01:11.002] Not really knowing what you came there to find
[01:22.058] Not the building’s concrete spines
[01:29.496] Not the bitterness you always can divine
[01:35.179] And pull from your heart like so much twine
[01:43.490] Ravelling, unravelling, ravelling fine
[01:51.896] You got pretty lost there in your own mind
[01:59.112] Pathways to hallways to doorways blind
[02:07.190] All through the winter I could only stand by
[02:14.309] Watching you wake to the hardest kind of trouble
[02:23.584] With no guiding line
[02:31.742] I stood beside you, thin as a kite, wincing in the wind’s cool bite
[02:45.870] Telling me you’ll never get nothing right
[02:54.360] Laughing as you said it, in the low sunlight –
[03:01.980] So brief in November, and impossibly bright
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