| Song | Talking to Fog |
| Artist | Iron & Wine |
| Album | **** Garden |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Sam Beam |
| [00:06.86] | This is a surrender to the garden, to the ****s |
| [00:12.76] | All our stalls are turning back to stone |
| [00:17.20] | This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor |
| [00:24.25] | Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones |
| [00:30.94] | Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth" |
| [00:36.13] | But every time we have, it's hard to leave |
| [00:42.48] | Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog |
| [00:47.32] | We're both looking for a light in the window of a house |
| [00:54.02] | Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds |
| [01:02.91] | But it's hard to find |
| [01:07.72] | |
| [01:10.41] | Lovers all surrender, like the garden and ****s |
| [01:15.66] | It's always say when saying what mean |
| [01:20.11] | Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out |
| [01:27.06] | Like our meadow birds giving back their wings |
| [01:33.27] | Sorrow says "believe me, you can climb into my trees" |
| [01:38.36] | We know it's harder to get down each time we do |
| [01:44.93] | Let's say it like the sunrise talking to the fog |
| [01:49.88] | We're both listening for music by a river after dark |
| [01:56.62] | And every space we're making as we pull ourselves apart |
| [02:05.48] | But it's hard to find |
| [02:08.23] | |
| [02:31.20] | Sorrow says "believe me, you can beat into my breast" |
| [02:36.10] | And all our bandages and bruises know it's true |
| [02:42.22] | Let's say it to the sunrise shaking us awake |
| [02:47.43] | We're both reaching out for love, outside wanting in |
| [02:53.85] | To a room that's made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin |
| [02:59.33] | Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads |
| [03:04.62] | And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left |
| [03:10.49] | Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes |
| [03:16.14] | Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road |
| [03:21.58] | Where the wind is our direction and the waves say "come along" |
| [03:26.87] | Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on |
| [03:35.92] | But it's hard to find |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Sam Beam |
| [00:06.86] | This is a surrender to the garden, to the s |
| [00:12.76] | All our stalls are turning back to stone |
| [00:17.20] | This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor |
| [00:24.25] | Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones |
| [00:30.94] | Sorrow says " believe me, you can walk into my mouth" |
| [00:36.13] | But every time we have, it' s hard to leave |
| [00:42.48] | Let' s say it like the sunrise when it' s talking to the fog |
| [00:47.32] | We' re both looking for a light in the window of a house |
| [00:54.02] | Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds |
| [01:02.91] | But it' s hard to find |
| [01:07.72] | |
| [01:10.41] | Lovers all surrender, like the garden and s |
| [01:15.66] | It' s always say when saying what mean |
| [01:20.11] | Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out |
| [01:27.06] | Like our meadow birds giving back their wings |
| [01:33.27] | Sorrow says " believe me, you can climb into my trees" |
| [01:38.36] | We know it' s harder to get down each time we do |
| [01:44.93] | Let' s say it like the sunrise talking to the fog |
| [01:49.88] | We' re both listening for music by a river after dark |
| [01:56.62] | And every space we' re making as we pull ourselves apart |
| [02:05.48] | But it' s hard to find |
| [02:08.23] | |
| [02:31.20] | Sorrow says " believe me, you can beat into my breast" |
| [02:36.10] | And all our bandages and bruises know it' s true |
| [02:42.22] | Let' s say it to the sunrise shaking us awake |
| [02:47.43] | We' re both reaching out for love, outside wanting in |
| [02:53.85] | To a room that' s made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin |
| [02:59.33] | Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads |
| [03:04.62] | And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left |
| [03:10.49] | Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes |
| [03:16.14] | Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road |
| [03:21.58] | Where the wind is our direction and the waves say " come along" |
| [03:26.87] | Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on |
| [03:35.92] | But it' s hard to find |