My Mirror Speaks 歌词

	作曲 : Gibbard, Harmer
	death cab for cutie - my mirror speaks
	with every sun that sets i am feeling more
	like a stranger on a foreign shore
	with an eroding beach disappearing from underneath
	and when my mirror speaks it never minces words
	because these eyes don't shine half as bright
	as they used to do and they haven't for quite a while
	because i'm a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there's a tangled thread inside my head
	with nothing on either end
	i always fall in love with an open door
	with a horizon on an endless sea
	as i look around the ones who were standing right in front of me
	and then my mirror speaks with irreverence
	like a soldier i can't command
	it sees a child in the body of a full-grown man
	and he's a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there's a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	there's nothing on either end
	a new position for a different view
	and nothing changes but the slightest hues
	and i am standing face to face
	with a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there's a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	i'm a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there's a tangled thread inside my head
	with nothing on either end
	with a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there's a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	there's nothing on the ends
	no there's nothing on the ends

	zuo qu : Gibbard, Harmer
	death cab for cutie my mirror speaks
	with every sun that sets i am feeling more
	like a stranger on a foreign shore
	with an eroding beach disappearing from underneath
	and when my mirror speaks it never minces words
	because these eyes don' t shine half as bright
	as they used to do and they haven' t for quite a while
	because i' m a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside my head
	with nothing on either end
	i always fall in love with an open door
	with a horizon on an endless sea
	as i look around the ones who were standing right in front of me
	and then my mirror speaks with irreverence
	like a soldier i can' t command
	it sees a child in the body of a fullgrown man
	and he' s a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	there' s nothing on either end
	a new position for a different view
	and nothing changes but the slightest hues
	and i am standing face to face
	with a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	i' m a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside my head
	with nothing on either end
	with a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	there' s nothing on the ends
	no there' s nothing on the ends

	zuò qǔ : Gibbard, Harmer
	death cab for cutie my mirror speaks
	with every sun that sets i am feeling more
	like a stranger on a foreign shore
	with an eroding beach disappearing from underneath
	and when my mirror speaks it never minces words
	because these eyes don' t shine half as bright
	as they used to do and they haven' t for quite a while
	because i' m a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside my head
	with nothing on either end
	i always fall in love with an open door
	with a horizon on an endless sea
	as i look around the ones who were standing right in front of me
	and then my mirror speaks with irreverence
	like a soldier i can' t command
	it sees a child in the body of a fullgrown man
	and he' s a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	there' s nothing on either end
	a new position for a different view
	and nothing changes but the slightest hues
	and i am standing face to face
	with a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	i' m a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside my head
	with nothing on either end
	with a man who hides from all that binds
	and a mess of fading lines
	and there' s a tangled thread inside his head
	with nothing on either end
	there' s nothing on the ends
	no there' s nothing on the ends

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