Grey Lining Lyrics

	作曲 : Shearwater
	This house is so clean;
	Glass tables spread with new magazines.
	Can I stay for a week?
	You can kick me out when I break something.
	From the guest room I see
	Your garden stretch out,
	It's like oceans of green.
	The maid calls me for tea
	And the tiles depict mediterranean scenes.
	And it's all been added up,
	Laid so a life can lean on it,
	So please don't bring that up.
	No one wants to hear that shit.
	Every night in my dreams
	I lift glass figurines from a shelf in the hall.
	Each delicate piece,
	When I pick it up it just can't help but fall.
	I can't hold anything,
	All machines, clothes and cars they just crumble and break
	When they touch my hand,
	Cause I feel like I'm holding the hand that made them that way. But this house is beautiful
	You cold live long lives in it.
	Please don't be so dutiful.
	No one wants to hear that shit.

	zuo qu : Shearwater
	This house is so clean
	Glass tables spread with new magazines.
	Can I stay for a week?
	You can kick me out when I break something.
	From the guest room I see
	Your garden stretch out,
	It' s like oceans of green.
	The maid calls me for tea
	And the tiles depict mediterranean scenes.
	And it' s all been added up,
	Laid so a life can lean on it,
	So please don' t bring that up.
	No one wants to hear that shit.
	Every night in my dreams
	I lift glass figurines from a shelf in the hall.
	Each delicate piece,
	When I pick it up it just can' t help but fall.
	I can' t hold anything,
	All machines, clothes and cars they just crumble and break
	When they touch my hand,
	Cause I feel like I' m holding the hand that made them that way. But this house is beautiful
	You cold live long lives in it.
	Please don' t be so dutiful.
	No one wants to hear that shit.

	zuò qǔ : Shearwater
	This house is so clean
	Glass tables spread with new magazines.
	Can I stay for a week?
	You can kick me out when I break something.
	From the guest room I see
	Your garden stretch out,
	It' s like oceans of green.
	The maid calls me for tea
	And the tiles depict mediterranean scenes.
	And it' s all been added up,
	Laid so a life can lean on it,
	So please don' t bring that up.
	No one wants to hear that shit.
	Every night in my dreams
	I lift glass figurines from a shelf in the hall.
	Each delicate piece,
	When I pick it up it just can' t help but fall.
	I can' t hold anything,
	All machines, clothes and cars they just crumble and break
	When they touch my hand,
	Cause I feel like I' m holding the hand that made them that way. But this house is beautiful
	You cold live long lives in it.
	Please don' t be so dutiful.
	No one wants to hear that shit.

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