Song | When I Lose My Eyes |
Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
Album | Fill Up the Room |
作词 : Thomas | |
Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes | |
With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows | |
All the windows are open | |
All of the low lights glow | |
And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float | |
And wash out to the street down below | |
And when I die, then I'll sleep in the sides of clouds | |
Over the mountains | |
I'll hover above your house | |
You'll hear me haunting | |
You'll hear my cries and howls | |
Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth | |
It feels like the end of the world inside you | |
When this sweetness infinitely holds us | |
And I fall into you | |
The hex on my heart made it harder and harder | |
To finally find you | |
You and your sister | |
Alone in the upstairs room | |
Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon | |
Were you surprised when you started to see | |
Right through her skin and the things she said to you? | |
You know the whole family eventually all went blind | |
Or their vision got blurry | |
Simply a bad blood line | |
I won't be angry when I lose my eyes | |
My hands will have mapped out the world by that time | |
And my sight, | |
It might forget what to do when the things | |
That I've seen and I've been | |
When they come back for me | |
The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers | |
And I'll feel everything like I was listening to the rain | |
When I lose my eyes there will be something more | |
Something my vision was far too afraid of | |
When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling | |
And braying my singing was made of before | |
When I lose my hands there will be brand new words | |
And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you | |
When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout | |
Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end. |
zuò cí : Thomas | |
Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes | |
With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows | |
All the windows are open | |
All of the low lights glow | |
And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float | |
And wash out to the street down below | |
And when I die, then I' ll sleep in the sides of clouds | |
Over the mountains | |
I' ll hover above your house | |
You' ll hear me haunting | |
You' ll hear my cries and howls | |
Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth | |
It feels like the end of the world inside you | |
When this sweetness infinitely holds us | |
And I fall into you | |
The hex on my heart made it harder and harder | |
To finally find you | |
You and your sister | |
Alone in the upstairs room | |
Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon | |
Were you surprised when you started to see | |
Right through her skin and the things she said to you? | |
You know the whole family eventually all went blind | |
Or their vision got blurry | |
Simply a bad blood line | |
I won' t be angry when I lose my eyes | |
My hands will have mapped out the world by that time | |
And my sight, | |
It might forget what to do when the things | |
That I' ve seen and I' ve been | |
When they come back for me | |
The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers | |
And I' ll feel everything like I was listening to the rain | |
When I lose my eyes there will be something more | |
Something my vision was far too afraid of | |
When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling | |
And braying my singing was made of before | |
When I lose my hands there will be brand new words | |
And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you | |
When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout | |
Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end. |