Song | The Manifold Curiosity |
Artist | Kayo Dot |
Album | Choirs Of The Eye |
作曲 : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
It never hurt this much before, | |
And I feel | |
I'm courting | |
Saturn. The | |
Twelve-Eyed | |
Secret gazes through a prism, | |
Staring into raindrops swirling slow | |
It lifts its horrible heads | |
With lidless orbs of limitless vision. | |
I dream with fluid movements in a lake | |
The ripples cast from skipping stones | |
We speak below a gushing mind, | |
Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box | |
Full of Worms and stalking shadows. | |
Magnetism draws me to a cone of space; | |
I sift still through hours of its plasma, | |
Biding time until the clocks collapse. | |
Music shattered my spine on the steps outside; | |
I cannot move; my liquid breathing | |
Is sculpted with this binding gel. | |
But come, my love, and rescue me | |
From failure. | |
Cover me with an opium sheet, | |
Embrace me with gossamer; | |
Kiss the moonstones from my eyes | |
And brush the cobwebs from my bones. | |
It all sings beautifully; | |
With all your strength believe this. | |
But I know you can't understand | |
Why I threw myself from the glass again. |
zuò qǔ : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
It never hurt this much before, | |
And I feel | |
I' m courting | |
Saturn. The | |
TwelveEyed | |
Secret gazes through a prism, | |
Staring into raindrops swirling slow | |
It lifts its horrible heads | |
With lidless orbs of limitless vision. | |
I dream with fluid movements in a lake | |
The ripples cast from skipping stones | |
We speak below a gushing mind, | |
Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box | |
Full of Worms and stalking shadows. | |
Magnetism draws me to a cone of space | |
I sift still through hours of its plasma, | |
Biding time until the clocks collapse. | |
Music shattered my spine on the steps outside | |
I cannot move my liquid breathing | |
Is sculpted with this binding gel. | |
But come, my love, and rescue me | |
From failure. | |
Cover me with an opium sheet, | |
Embrace me with gossamer | |
Kiss the moonstones from my eyes | |
And brush the cobwebs from my bones. | |
It all sings beautifully | |
With all your strength believe this. | |
But I know you can' t understand | |
Why I threw myself from the glass again. |