Song | Pink Bullets |
Artist | The Shins |
Album | Chutes Too Narrow |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Mercer |
[00:20.95] | I was just bony hands as |
[00:23.99] | Cold as a winter pole |
[00:29.47] | You held a warm stone out new |
[00:32.49] | Flowing blood to hold |
[00:37.90] | Oh what a contrast you were |
[00:42.22] | To the brutes in the halls |
[00:46.31] | My timid young fingers |
[00:48.59] | Held a decent animal |
[00:55.20] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
[00:59.13] | The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers |
[01:03.82] | Tied to a brick |
[01:05.95] | Sweet as a song |
[01:08.10] | The years have seemed short |
[01:10.23] | But the days were long |
[01:17.11] | Cool of a temperate breeze from |
[01:20.46] | Dark skies to wet grass |
[01:25.45] | We fell in a field it seems now |
[01:28.93] | A thousand summers passed |
[01:34.13] | When our kite lines first crossed |
[01:38.63] | We tied them into knots |
[01:42.98] | And to finally fly apart |
[01:46.17] | We had to cut them off |
[01:51.56] | Since then it's been a book |
[01:53.77] | You read in reverse |
[01:55.89] | So you understand less as the pages turn |
[02:00.18] | Or a movie so crass |
[02:02.38] | And awkwardly cast |
[02:04.51] | |
[02:05.21] | That even I could be the star |
[02:14.24] | I don't look back much as a rule |
[02:22.49] | And all this way before murder was cool |
[02:31.30] | But your memory is here and |
[02:33.81] | I'd like it to stay |
[02:39.81] | Warm light on a winter's day |
[03:16.69] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
[03:17.86] | The scent of your skin |
[03:19.31] | And some foreign flowers |
[03:19.95] | Tied to a brick |
[03:23.38] | Sweet as a song |
[03:25.55] | The years have seemed short |
[03:27.39] | But the days go slowly by |
[03:30.12] | Two loose kites falling from the sky |
[03:34.31] | Drawn to the ground and an end to flight |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Mercer |
[00:20.95] | I was just bony hands as |
[00:23.99] | Cold as a winter pole |
[00:29.47] | You held a warm stone out new |
[00:32.49] | Flowing blood to hold |
[00:37.90] | Oh what a contrast you were |
[00:42.22] | To the brutes in the halls |
[00:46.31] | My timid young fingers |
[00:48.59] | Held a decent animal |
[00:55.20] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
[00:59.13] | The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers |
[01:03.82] | Tied to a brick |
[01:05.95] | Sweet as a song |
[01:08.10] | The years have seemed short |
[01:10.23] | But the days were long |
[01:17.11] | Cool of a temperate breeze from |
[01:20.46] | Dark skies to wet grass |
[01:25.45] | We fell in a field it seems now |
[01:28.93] | A thousand summers passed |
[01:34.13] | When our kite lines first crossed |
[01:38.63] | We tied them into knots |
[01:42.98] | And to finally fly apart |
[01:46.17] | We had to cut them off |
[01:51.56] | Since then it' s been a book |
[01:53.77] | You read in reverse |
[01:55.89] | So you understand less as the pages turn |
[02:00.18] | Or a movie so crass |
[02:02.38] | And awkwardly cast |
[02:04.51] | |
[02:05.21] | That even I could be the star |
[02:14.24] | I don' t look back much as a rule |
[02:22.49] | And all this way before murder was cool |
[02:31.30] | But your memory is here and |
[02:33.81] | I' d like it to stay |
[02:39.81] | Warm light on a winter' s day |
[03:16.69] | Over the ramparts you tossed |
[03:17.86] | The scent of your skin |
[03:19.31] | And some foreign flowers |
[03:19.95] | Tied to a brick |
[03:23.38] | Sweet as a song |
[03:25.55] | The years have seemed short |
[03:27.39] | But the days go slowly by |
[03:30.12] | Two loose kites falling from the sky |
[03:34.31] | Drawn to the ground and an end to flight |