[00:00.000] 作词 : Kurosky
[00:17.608] The room wallpapered with pages of your letters that you once sent
[00:24.260] Who wrestled with their bodies that wash like untamed rivers against your shore
[00:30.894] And armies wait in their secret places
[00:37.484] That gently twist around your bed
[00:44.440] The South will be spared
[00:47.386] Bullets flying fast from her eyes
[00:51.075] With Confederate fire
[01:08.100] We etch our names in candles, they're heart-shaped and they flicker inside our chests
[01:14.889] And ghosts of our brethren speak tales which are hidden, much like ours
[01:20.765] Of brothers fighting, of holy fields
[01:27.783] Where their new loves come and their old loves go
[01:34.437] And they just wilt
[01:37.767] Like Spanish moss with dew in their eyes
[01:41.871] Tears for our Lord
[01:45.056] And for the ones he spares
[01:48.643] When they've lost their way it's o-o-off with their heads
[01:53.867] And the whores he loves
[01:56.369] And the lepers he claims that he can cure
[01:59.700] Can not compete
[02:03.318] With those humid summer days that we would share