Song | Tear-Water Tea |
Artist | Tiles |
Album | Window Dressing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Herin | |
My heart whispers | |
All that reason cannot hear | |
Tear-water tea consoles me | |
Melancholy, calm and still | |
Contemplating things that seem to me unfair | |
Flowers wilting in a vase | |
Lines that crease a child's face | |
Shadows dancing as candles burn in solitude | |
As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows | |
Wonder steeps in release | |
I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet | |
Tear-water tea restores me | |
Words that wound and love that kills | |
Can't see the forest | |
For the trees distract our view | |
Answers written in a book ignored | |
Empty boats to captain through the storms | |
Expectations that beckon through a prison door | |
The journey pulls my head from the sand | |
As we weep with the wise | |
And reject laughter | |
Crowing from the mouths of fools | |
Weakened by the strain | |
Old habits return | |
Like a hand outstretched | |
Grasping for the stick unfetched | |
As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows | |
Wonder steeps in release | |
I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet | |
Tear-water tea restores | |
Simple and pure | |
Silent recourse | |
Cleansing remorse reveals | |
Silver the lining that shines in the tin | |
At peace with truth | |
Inspired by "Owl at Home" by Arnold Lobel |
zuo qu : Herin | |
My heart whispers | |
All that reason cannot hear | |
Tearwater tea consoles me | |
Melancholy, calm and still | |
Contemplating things that seem to me unfair | |
Flowers wilting in a vase | |
Lines that crease a child' s face | |
Shadows dancing as candles burn in solitude | |
As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows | |
Wonder steeps in release | |
I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet | |
Tearwater tea restores me | |
Words that wound and love that kills | |
Can' t see the forest | |
For the trees distract our view | |
Answers written in a book ignored | |
Empty boats to captain through the storms | |
Expectations that beckon through a prison door | |
The journey pulls my head from the sand | |
As we weep with the wise | |
And reject laughter | |
Crowing from the mouths of fools | |
Weakened by the strain | |
Old habits return | |
Like a hand outstretched | |
Grasping for the stick unfetched | |
As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows | |
Wonder steeps in release | |
I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet | |
Tearwater tea restores | |
Simple and pure | |
Silent recourse | |
Cleansing remorse reveals | |
Silver the lining that shines in the tin | |
At peace with truth | |
Inspired by " Owl at Home" by Arnold Lobel |
zuò qǔ : Herin | |
My heart whispers | |
All that reason cannot hear | |
Tearwater tea consoles me | |
Melancholy, calm and still | |
Contemplating things that seem to me unfair | |
Flowers wilting in a vase | |
Lines that crease a child' s face | |
Shadows dancing as candles burn in solitude | |
As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows | |
Wonder steeps in release | |
I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet | |
Tearwater tea restores me | |
Words that wound and love that kills | |
Can' t see the forest | |
For the trees distract our view | |
Answers written in a book ignored | |
Empty boats to captain through the storms | |
Expectations that beckon through a prison door | |
The journey pulls my head from the sand | |
As we weep with the wise | |
And reject laughter | |
Crowing from the mouths of fools | |
Weakened by the strain | |
Old habits return | |
Like a hand outstretched | |
Grasping for the stick unfetched | |
As droplets fall into the kettle it overflows | |
Wonder steeps in release | |
I drink from the cup of wisdom bittersweet | |
Tearwater tea restores | |
Simple and pure | |
Silent recourse | |
Cleansing remorse reveals | |
Silver the lining that shines in the tin | |
At peace with truth | |
Inspired by " Owl at Home" by Arnold Lobel |