Armchairs

	作曲 :
	I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
	Of the space between our chairs
	And I was a cartographer
	Of the tangles in your hair
	I sang the song that silence brings
	It's the one that everybody knows, everybody knows
	The song that silence sings
	And this, this is how it goes
	These looms that weave apocrypha
	They're hanging from a strand
	This dark and empty rooms were full
	Of incandescent hands
	Awkward pause, the fatal flaw
	Time, it's a crooked bow
	Time is a crooked bow
	Time you need to learn to love
	The ebb just like the flow
	Grab hold of your bootstraps and pull like hell
	Until gravity feels sorry for you and lets you go
	As if you lack the proper chemicals to know, oh
	The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low
	Time, time it's a crooked bow
	Time's a crooked bow
	Time's a crooked bow, oh, ooh
	Fifty-five and three-eighths years later
	At the bottom of this gigantic crater
	An armchair calls to you
	Yeah, this armchair calls to you
	And it says that someday we'll get back at them all
	With epoxy and a pair of pliers
	As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
	Through the ragweed and barbed wire, oh
	You didn't write, you didn't call
	It didn't cross your mind at all, hey
	Through the waves, the waves of hay and straw
	You couldn't feel a thing at all
	Fifty-five and three-eighths, time
	Fifty-five and three-eighths time, time

	zuò qǔ :
	I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
	Of the space between our chairs
	And I was a cartographer
	Of the tangles in your hair
	I sang the song that silence brings
	It' s the one that everybody knows, everybody knows
	The song that silence sings
	And this, this is how it goes
	These looms that weave apocrypha
	They' re hanging from a strand
	This dark and empty rooms were full
	Of incandescent hands
	Awkward pause, the fatal flaw
	Time, it' s a crooked bow
	Time is a crooked bow
	Time you need to learn to love
	The ebb just like the flow
	Grab hold of your bootstraps and pull like hell
	Until gravity feels sorry for you and lets you go
	As if you lack the proper chemicals to know, oh
	The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low
	Time, time it' s a crooked bow
	Time' s a crooked bow
	Time' s a crooked bow, oh, ooh
	Fiftyfive and threeeighths years later
	At the bottom of this gigantic crater
	An armchair calls to you
	Yeah, this armchair calls to you
	And it says that someday we' ll get back at them all
	With epoxy and a pair of pliers
	As ancient sea slugs begin to crawl
	Through the ragweed and barbed wire, oh
	You didn' t write, you didn' t call
	It didn' t cross your mind at all, hey
	Through the waves, the waves of hay and straw
	You couldn' t feel a thing at all
	Fiftyfive and threeeighths, time
	Fiftyfive and threeeighths time, time