[00:00.00] 作词 : Gibbard, Walla
[00:22.84]The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing
[00:28.52]the week and i was in a cornerbooth thinking
[00:36.08]pretending to read about the impossiblity of one to love
[00:43.02]unconditionally and the words that we drive into the ground...
[00:49.09]Their repetition starts to thin their meaning.
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[01:10.58]Then everything got frighteningly still
[01:12.89]as they entered and intersected the floor
[01:17.33]and i tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for.
[01:24.32]But all of the parts are the same on every face few variables change.
[01:33.19]The differences pale when compared to the similarity they share
[01:48.57]Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all,
[01:58.82]but every night ends the same as i'm collapsing once more by your side.
[02:09.63]Finally there is clarity... this tiny life is making sense.
[02:19.82]and every drop numbs the both of us, but i alone am staggering.