作词 : Tim Baker
作曲 : Tim Baker
the storm sits above the house
that’s why i'm out
to feel the heat of the weekend
dry my hands on the poison pipes
then weave home through lightning
long hands through the reckoning clouds
reaching down

oh and when i die
will i have to watch my life?
make the same mistakes
act the same drunk disgrace

i would like to see it backwards
slip back to that happy kid
all the crap i collected
put it back into the weary earth
every anger melting
every scar back to perfect skin
see the bombs ascend

see young johnny come home
no messy dreams, no methadone
oh to hear the speeches fail!
the hatred slowly going pale

oh to feel it empty out
every crooked truth and crippling doubt
to watch my body curl
into the promise of a swollen girl
and then i'm a gasp of love
and they're young and fun and innocent