Song | A Glass Can Only Spill What It Contains |
Artist | mewithoutYou |
Album | Brother, Sister |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : MewithoutYou | |
A cat came drifting | |
on my porch from the outside cold | |
and with eyes closed, drinking | |
warm milk from my bowl | |
thought: | |
"Nobody hears me, nobody hears me! | |
As I crept in so soft! | |
And nobody sees me, nobody sees me!" | |
...as I watch six steps off. | |
Like the peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo | |
who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and tigers do | |
saying: | |
"No one can stop me, no one stop me! | |
No one clips my claws. | |
Now everyone watch me, everyone watch me | |
scale these outside walls." | |
Oh, you pious and profane, | |
put away your praise and blame. | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane: | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
What new mystery is this? | |
What blessed backwardness? | |
The Immeasurable one is held and does not resist! | |
Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men | |
the Almighty One does not defend! | |
I'm halfway listening to what she thinks she knows. | |
We're like children dressing in our parents clothes | |
saying: | |
"Nobody knows me, nobody knows me. | |
No one knows my name! | |
Nobody knows me, nobody knows me. | |
Nobody knows me..." | |
I half-heartedly explained, | |
but gave up peacefully ashamed. | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
We went through Portugal and Spain, | |
and in her mind the entire time it rained! | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
What new mystery is this? | |
In overflowing emptiness | |
the invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist. | |
Before my doubting eyes, | |
The infinite appears and sighs. | |
The unquestionable is questioned | |
but makes no reply! | |
What new mystery is this? [x5] | |
My rabbi, my lips betray with a kiss! | |
What new mystery is this? |
zuo qu : MewithoutYou | |
A cat came drifting | |
on my porch from the outside cold | |
and with eyes closed, drinking | |
warm milk from my bowl | |
thought: | |
" Nobody hears me, nobody hears me! | |
As I crept in so soft! | |
And nobody sees me, nobody sees me!" | |
... as I watch six steps off. | |
Like the peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo | |
who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and tigers do | |
saying: | |
" No one can stop me, no one stop me! | |
No one clips my claws. | |
Now everyone watch me, everyone watch me | |
scale these outside walls." | |
Oh, you pious and profane, | |
put away your praise and blame. | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane: | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
What new mystery is this? | |
What blessed backwardness? | |
The Immeasurable one is held and does not resist! | |
Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men | |
the Almighty One does not defend! | |
I' m halfway listening to what she thinks she knows. | |
We' re like children dressing in our parents clothes | |
saying: | |
" Nobody knows me, nobody knows me. | |
No one knows my name! | |
Nobody knows me, nobody knows me. | |
Nobody knows me..." | |
I halfheartedly explained, | |
but gave up peacefully ashamed. | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
We went through Portugal and Spain, | |
and in her mind the entire time it rained! | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
What new mystery is this? | |
In overflowing emptiness | |
the invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist. | |
Before my doubting eyes, | |
The infinite appears and sighs. | |
The unquestionable is questioned | |
but makes no reply! | |
What new mystery is this? x5 | |
My rabbi, my lips betray with a kiss! | |
What new mystery is this? |
zuò qǔ : MewithoutYou | |
A cat came drifting | |
on my porch from the outside cold | |
and with eyes closed, drinking | |
warm milk from my bowl | |
thought: | |
" Nobody hears me, nobody hears me! | |
As I crept in so soft! | |
And nobody sees me, nobody sees me!" | |
... as I watch six steps off. | |
Like the peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo | |
who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and tigers do | |
saying: | |
" No one can stop me, no one stop me! | |
No one clips my claws. | |
Now everyone watch me, everyone watch me | |
scale these outside walls." | |
Oh, you pious and profane, | |
put away your praise and blame. | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane: | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
What new mystery is this? | |
What blessed backwardness? | |
The Immeasurable one is held and does not resist! | |
Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men | |
the Almighty One does not defend! | |
I' m halfway listening to what she thinks she knows. | |
We' re like children dressing in our parents clothes | |
saying: | |
" Nobody knows me, nobody knows me. | |
No one knows my name! | |
Nobody knows me, nobody knows me. | |
Nobody knows me..." | |
I halfheartedly explained, | |
but gave up peacefully ashamed. | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
We went through Portugal and Spain, | |
and in her mind the entire time it rained! | |
A glass can only spill what it contains. | |
What new mystery is this? | |
In overflowing emptiness | |
the invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist. | |
Before my doubting eyes, | |
The infinite appears and sighs. | |
The unquestionable is questioned | |
but makes no reply! | |
What new mystery is this? x5 | |
My rabbi, my lips betray with a kiss! | |
What new mystery is this? |