| 歌曲 | Letters To Jun(e) |
| 歌手 | Witness |
| 专辑 | Hope Springs Eternal:A Tribute To Nujabes |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Witness |
| [00:11.13] | Catch me on my downfall |
| [00:11.58] | Recommend a path to climb |
| [00:12.12] | Help me bury hatchets after we finish this ax to grind |
| [00:13.38] | Meet me by the orchid |
| [00:13.80] | Teach me how to paint a portrait of life |
| [00:14.64] | I just might, show you the one I recorded |
| [00:15.45] | I forfeited before, booked tour, planned to skip town |
| [00:16.50] | Set up by the river that shivers whenever kids drown |
| [00:17.79] | This sound is dedicated to devils in dresses |
| [00:18.81] | that collect the heads of sexist men to decorate their necklac |
| [00:20.16] | Adorn their breasts with broken hearts and medals of bitterness |
| [00:21.69] | Trading angel wings so they can share a pair with Icarus |
| [00:23.10] | In the midst of this, she sits alone, burning sandalwood |
| [00:24.27] | No return on the girl in the mirror labeled damaged goods |
| [00:25.50] | Women fight with competition |
| [00:26.13] | Men fight with inkblots |
| [00:26.64] | Girls stab backs and boys fight with slingshots |
| [00:27.66] | When God breathes a little life in my windsock |
| [00:28.59] | Imma pray she flies free when she has her wings chopped |
| [00:29.64] | First to the last, dress the women in black |
| [00:30.54] | Well studied students of the school of Sylvia Plath |
| [00:52.92] | They got me down to science |
| [00:53.43] | Figured out the chemistry |
| [00:54.09] | Thank you for being the birth and the death of me |
| [00:55.05] | Rest in peace love, stab me with your forked tongue |
| [00:56.04] | Here's my back to pull your sword from when the inner war's done |
| [00:57.30] | I know a girl who brings sun from the storm |
| [00:58.20] | I know a girl who wants to run from the norm |
| [00:59.16] | I know a girl who wants a father figure form |
| [01:00.12] | and she'll make him feel loved drawing blood from her thorns |
| [01:01.32] | Never burn a bra if you're seeking support |
| [01:02.28] | And it isn't your affection that he's beating you for |
| [01:03.33] | I see millions of inner children that you've killed in your past |
| [01:04.59] | My beloved students of the school of Sylvia Plath |
| [01:05.70] | Don't point a finger |
| [01:06.15] | I didn't distort the picture |
| [01:06.78] | Wake up, look inside, take a look at your sisters and just |
| [01:07.98] | Rest |
| [01:08.10] | Amongst the cobwebs in the attic sits my sister's rocking horse |
| [01:09.48] | And the creaking still echoes in spite of my mothers cringing |
| [01:10.74] | When the snow starting falling, she finally locked the door |
| [01:11.85] | To mute the whispers of winter and it's painfully subtle singing |
| [01:13.26] | (Snow Angels don't die) I can barely remember |
| [01:14.43] | I've been busy building walls since the month of November |
| [01:15.69] | She was painted in the leaves of autumn before the storm |
| [01:16.80] | Borrowed my scarf that morning, promise me it kept her warm |
| [01:18.09] | Promise me she saw flowers, promise me she heard birds chirping |
| [01:19.47] | Sitting by the window sill, when she opened her curtain |
| [01:20.58] | Drape the snow like velvet over cheekbones, leaving her impression |
| [01:21.93] | The moment just before she leaves home, i'm tracing the shape of the part of me she pillaged, and in stillness, she got to see the seasons fade |
| [01:24.78] | Annie, I'm sorry that I spilled hot chocolate on your dress and made you cry that morning on easter |
| [01:26.76] | Make me a shade of green, stripe the heavens as a message to let me know you got the toys by your climbing tree |
| [01:28.89] | This forest wears your shadow and its roots bear your essence |
| [01:30.21] | And it doesn't plan to change, for as far as I can see. |
| [01:31.29] | (If you need a nightlight, paint me a rainbow |
| [01:32.07] | Look both ways, wipe the snow from your halo |
| [01:32.97] | If you need anything, you can always say so |
| [01:33.81] | I'm in the place where you left your snow angel) |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Witness |
| [00:11.13] | Catch me on my downfall |
| [00:11.58] | Recommend a path to climb |
| [00:12.12] | Help me bury hatchets after we finish this ax to grind |
| [00:13.38] | Meet me by the orchid |
| [00:13.80] | Teach me how to paint a portrait of life |
| [00:14.64] | I just might, show you the one I recorded |
| [00:15.45] | I forfeited before, booked tour, planned to skip town |
| [00:16.50] | Set up by the river that shivers whenever kids drown |
| [00:17.79] | This sound is dedicated to devils in dresses |
| [00:18.81] | that collect the heads of sexist men to decorate their necklac |
| [00:20.16] | Adorn their breasts with broken hearts and medals of bitterness |
| [00:21.69] | Trading angel wings so they can share a pair with Icarus |
| [00:23.10] | In the midst of this, she sits alone, burning sandalwood |
| [00:24.27] | No return on the girl in the mirror labeled damaged goods |
| [00:25.50] | Women fight with competition |
| [00:26.13] | Men fight with inkblots |
| [00:26.64] | Girls stab backs and boys fight with slingshots |
| [00:27.66] | When God breathes a little life in my windsock |
| [00:28.59] | Imma pray she flies free when she has her wings chopped |
| [00:29.64] | First to the last, dress the women in black |
| [00:30.54] | Well studied students of the school of Sylvia Plath |
| [00:52.92] | They got me down to science |
| [00:53.43] | Figured out the chemistry |
| [00:54.09] | Thank you for being the birth and the death of me |
| [00:55.05] | Rest in peace love, stab me with your forked tongue |
| [00:56.04] | Here' s my back to pull your sword from when the inner war' s done |
| [00:57.30] | I know a girl who brings sun from the storm |
| [00:58.20] | I know a girl who wants to run from the norm |
| [00:59.16] | I know a girl who wants a father figure form |
| [01:00.12] | and she' ll make him feel loved drawing blood from her thorns |
| [01:01.32] | Never burn a bra if you' re seeking support |
| [01:02.28] | And it isn' t your affection that he' s beating you for |
| [01:03.33] | I see millions of inner children that you' ve killed in your past |
| [01:04.59] | My beloved students of the school of Sylvia Plath |
| [01:05.70] | Don' t point a finger |
| [01:06.15] | I didn' t distort the picture |
| [01:06.78] | Wake up, look inside, take a look at your sisters and just |
| [01:07.98] | Rest |
| [01:08.10] | Amongst the cobwebs in the attic sits my sister' s rocking horse |
| [01:09.48] | And the creaking still echoes in spite of my mothers cringing |
| [01:10.74] | When the snow starting falling, she finally locked the door |
| [01:11.85] | To mute the whispers of winter and it' s painfully subtle singing |
| [01:13.26] | Snow Angels don' t die I can barely remember |
| [01:14.43] | I' ve been busy building walls since the month of November |
| [01:15.69] | She was painted in the leaves of autumn before the storm |
| [01:16.80] | Borrowed my scarf that morning, promise me it kept her warm |
| [01:18.09] | Promise me she saw flowers, promise me she heard birds chirping |
| [01:19.47] | Sitting by the window sill, when she opened her curtain |
| [01:20.58] | Drape the snow like velvet over cheekbones, leaving her impression |
| [01:21.93] | The moment just before she leaves home, i' m tracing the shape of the part of me she pillaged, and in stillness, she got to see the seasons fade |
| [01:24.78] | Annie, I' m sorry that I spilled hot chocolate on your dress and made you cry that morning on easter |
| [01:26.76] | Make me a shade of green, stripe the heavens as a message to let me know you got the toys by your climbing tree |
| [01:28.89] | This forest wears your shadow and its roots bear your essence |
| [01:30.21] | And it doesn' t plan to change, for as far as I can see. |
| [01:31.29] | If you need a nightlight, paint me a rainbow |
| [01:32.07] | Look both ways, wipe the snow from your halo |
| [01:32.97] | If you need anything, you can always say so |
| [01:33.81] | I' m in the place where you left your snow angel |