Song | Shedding The Deadwood |
Artist | Woods of Ypres |
Album | Pursuit Of The Sun & Allure Of The Earth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gold | |
It’s no wonder | |
I’ve felt so tired | |
I’ve witnessed the careless all running past me | |
While I’ve been told to ignore my desires | |
And grow numb with understanding | |
I walk through theses woods | |
I carry this deadwood | |
I am determined to see this through | |
Driven only by the guilt and the shame of giving up | |
I must complete what | |
I set out to do - | |
For you It stayed on a shelf made of my arms | |
They had grown strong from giving support | |
I knew that my arms could hold out forever | |
It was my mind that’d grow tired | |
And in time would let go | |
It’s been so long since | |
I have questioned | |
What it is that | |
I really want | |
Instead I follow your directions | |
As you lead me on | |
I can’t use it to build my home | |
It will not fulfill my desires | |
Some wood can be used to help build a life | |
This wood will be used for building a fire | |
Why carry this deadwood with me… …when were | |
I’m going there will be living trees | |
Now close enough to carry it all to the end | |
But throwing it all to the ground instead | |
This bundle of deadwood | |
The pieces they fall | |
Corners indent the soil and accumulate on one another | |
Tumble down and pile up | |
It awkwardly spills like myself at a time | |
Like the time it had killed | |
Like every moment after it was collected and held | |
I’d give up all that | |
I started | |
To pursue all that | |
I wanted I may arrive empty handed | |
But at least | |
I will arrive |
zuo qu : Gold | |
It' s no wonder | |
I' ve felt so tired | |
I' ve witnessed the careless all running past me | |
While I' ve been told to ignore my desires | |
And grow numb with understanding | |
I walk through theses woods | |
I carry this deadwood | |
I am determined to see this through | |
Driven only by the guilt and the shame of giving up | |
I must complete what | |
I set out to do | |
For you It stayed on a shelf made of my arms | |
They had grown strong from giving support | |
I knew that my arms could hold out forever | |
It was my mind that' d grow tired | |
And in time would let go | |
It' s been so long since | |
I have questioned | |
What it is that | |
I really want | |
Instead I follow your directions | |
As you lead me on | |
I can' t use it to build my home | |
It will not fulfill my desires | |
Some wood can be used to help build a life | |
This wood will be used for building a fire | |
Why carry this deadwood with me when were | |
I' m going there will be living trees | |
Now close enough to carry it all to the end | |
But throwing it all to the ground instead | |
This bundle of deadwood | |
The pieces they fall | |
Corners indent the soil and accumulate on one another | |
Tumble down and pile up | |
It awkwardly spills like myself at a time | |
Like the time it had killed | |
Like every moment after it was collected and held | |
I' d give up all that | |
I started | |
To pursue all that | |
I wanted I may arrive empty handed | |
But at least | |
I will arrive |
zuò qǔ : Gold | |
It' s no wonder | |
I' ve felt so tired | |
I' ve witnessed the careless all running past me | |
While I' ve been told to ignore my desires | |
And grow numb with understanding | |
I walk through theses woods | |
I carry this deadwood | |
I am determined to see this through | |
Driven only by the guilt and the shame of giving up | |
I must complete what | |
I set out to do | |
For you It stayed on a shelf made of my arms | |
They had grown strong from giving support | |
I knew that my arms could hold out forever | |
It was my mind that' d grow tired | |
And in time would let go | |
It' s been so long since | |
I have questioned | |
What it is that | |
I really want | |
Instead I follow your directions | |
As you lead me on | |
I can' t use it to build my home | |
It will not fulfill my desires | |
Some wood can be used to help build a life | |
This wood will be used for building a fire | |
Why carry this deadwood with me when were | |
I' m going there will be living trees | |
Now close enough to carry it all to the end | |
But throwing it all to the ground instead | |
This bundle of deadwood | |
The pieces they fall | |
Corners indent the soil and accumulate on one another | |
Tumble down and pile up | |
It awkwardly spills like myself at a time | |
Like the time it had killed | |
Like every moment after it was collected and held | |
I' d give up all that | |
I started | |
To pursue all that | |
I wanted I may arrive empty handed | |
But at least | |
I will arrive |