作词 : Cederlund | |
Is that a strain | |
Or a delicate smile | |
Built to proportion? | |
It might as well have been you | |
And all the things you do | |
SomedaysI'm waiting | |
For my pulse to calm down | |
Into the low hundreds | |
I shake the shirt loose off my back | |
Day and night, year in year out | |
I discovered my sweet dreams | |
Of corruption deep inside myself | |
I should have stood in carny | |
Or end up preserved upon your shelf | |
Day and night, year in year out | |
Will you ever understand | |
That I'm only an object | |
Day and night year in year out | |
I'm just trying to be the subject | |
Where others see the abstract | |
I only see the truth | |
And that has always been | |
To repeat my youth |
zuo ci : Cederlund | |
Is that a strain | |
Or a delicate smile | |
Built to proportion? | |
It might as well have been you | |
And all the things you do | |
SomedaysI' m waiting | |
For my pulse to calm down | |
Into the low hundreds | |
I shake the shirt loose off my back | |
Day and night, year in year out | |
I discovered my sweet dreams | |
Of corruption deep inside myself | |
I should have stood in carny | |
Or end up preserved upon your shelf | |
Day and night, year in year out | |
Will you ever understand | |
That I' m only an object | |
Day and night year in year out | |
I' m just trying to be the subject | |
Where others see the abstract | |
I only see the truth | |
And that has always been | |
To repeat my youth |
zuò cí : Cederlund | |
Is that a strain | |
Or a delicate smile | |
Built to proportion? | |
It might as well have been you | |
And all the things you do | |
SomedaysI' m waiting | |
For my pulse to calm down | |
Into the low hundreds | |
I shake the shirt loose off my back | |
Day and night, year in year out | |
I discovered my sweet dreams | |
Of corruption deep inside myself | |
I should have stood in carny | |
Or end up preserved upon your shelf | |
Day and night, year in year out | |
Will you ever understand | |
That I' m only an object | |
Day and night year in year out | |
I' m just trying to be the subject | |
Where others see the abstract | |
I only see the truth | |
And that has always been | |
To repeat my youth |