The Trappings Lyrics
| Song | The Trappings |
| Artist | Yo-Yo Ma |
| Artist | Stuart Duncan |
| Artist | Edgar Meyer |
| Artist | Chris Thile |
| Artist | Aoife O'Donovan |
| Album | Not Our First Goat Rodeo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Stuart Duncan/Edgar Meyer/Chris Thile |
| [00:10.368] | We listen in the chill of the morning |
| [00:16.629] | still drunk on our options |
| [00:19.137] | to the angel of settling down stirring in our beds |
| [00:24.649] | Never thought I'd find you in the trappings of potential |
| [00:30.407] | |
| [00:31.159] | happiness was a soft ray of moonlight |
| [00:40.680] | |
| [00:42.686] | Thus we anchor each other |
| [00:45.937] | to strollers in Brooklyn |
| [00:48.189] | with the ghost of living it up |
| [00:52.202] | whispering in our heads |
| [00:53.959] | Bet you thought you'd lose me in the trappings of kinetic... |
| [00:59.982] | |
| [01:00.735] | Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight piercing our dreams |
| [01:14.264] | In a darkroom... |
| [01:21.288] | |
| [01:27.054] | All the things we made of loneliness |
| [01:30.308] | A double LP spun from a late-night text |
| [01:33.569] | Work was the loom, love was the spool of thread |
| [01:36.822] | we were weaving into and out of our element |
| [01:40.082] | Now the deadlines a-breathin' down our necks |
| [01:43.337] | whatchu gonna make for me of your happiness |
| [01:46.590] | Love's at that the loom, we are the spools of thread |
| [01:49.599] | being woven into and out of our element |
| [02:15.403] | |
| [02:18.406] | So we dance through a lull in the evening |
| [02:22.919] | Gonna sleep like children |
| [02:25.672] | With the saints of soldiering on, trying to forget |
| [02:31.187] | If we don our |
| [02:32.937] | rose colored trappings of potential |
| [02:37.698] | down in the perfect incompleteness of getting any... |
| [02:41.706] | |
| [02:42.207] | Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight |
| [02:50.225] | piercing our dreams |
| [02:55.737] | in a darkroom |
| [02:59.242] | till we throwback |
| [03:03.504] | the curtains and sing |
| [03:09.270] | in the cold |
| [03:13.286] | clear |
| [03:16.541] | Morning |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Stuart Duncan Edgar Meyer Chris Thile |
| [00:10.368] | We listen in the chill of the morning |
| [00:16.629] | still drunk on our options |
| [00:19.137] | to the angel of settling down stirring in our beds |
| [00:24.649] | Never thought I' d find you in the trappings of potential |
| [00:30.407] | |
| [00:31.159] | happiness was a soft ray of moonlight |
| [00:40.680] | |
| [00:42.686] | Thus we anchor each other |
| [00:45.937] | to strollers in Brooklyn |
| [00:48.189] | with the ghost of living it up |
| [00:52.202] | whispering in our heads |
| [00:53.959] | Bet you thought you' d lose me in the trappings of kinetic. . . |
| [00:59.982] | |
| [01:00.735] | Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight piercing our dreams |
| [01:14.264] | In a darkroom. . . |
| [01:21.288] | |
| [01:27.054] | All the things we made of loneliness |
| [01:30.308] | A double LP spun from a late-night text |
| [01:33.569] | Work was the loom, love was the spool of thread |
| [01:36.822] | we were weaving into and out of our element |
| [01:40.082] | Now the deadlines a-breathin' down our necks |
| [01:43.337] | whatchu gonna make for me of your happiness |
| [01:46.590] | Love' s at that the loom, we are the spools of thread |
| [01:49.599] | being woven into and out of our element |
| [02:15.403] | |
| [02:18.406] | So we dance through a lull in the evening |
| [02:22.919] | Gonna sleep like children |
| [02:25.672] | With the saints of soldiering on, trying to forget |
| [02:31.187] | If we don our |
| [02:32.937] | rose colored trappings of potential |
| [02:37.698] | down in the perfect incompleteness of getting any. . . |
| [02:41.706] | |
| [02:42.207] | Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight |
| [02:50.225] | piercing our dreams |
| [02:55.737] | in a darkroom |
| [02:59.242] | till we throwback |
| [03:03.504] | the curtains and sing |
| [03:09.270] | in the cold |
| [03:13.286] | clear |
| [03:16.541] | Morning |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Stuart Duncan Edgar Meyer Chris Thile |
| [00:10.368] | We listen in the chill of the morning |
| [00:16.629] | still drunk on our options |
| [00:19.137] | to the angel of settling down stirring in our beds |
| [00:24.649] | Never thought I' d find you in the trappings of potential |
| [00:30.407] | |
| [00:31.159] | happiness was a soft ray of moonlight |
| [00:40.680] | |
| [00:42.686] | Thus we anchor each other |
| [00:45.937] | to strollers in Brooklyn |
| [00:48.189] | with the ghost of living it up |
| [00:52.202] | whispering in our heads |
| [00:53.959] | Bet you thought you' d lose me in the trappings of kinetic. . . |
| [00:59.982] | |
| [01:00.735] | Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight piercing our dreams |
| [01:14.264] | In a darkroom. . . |
| [01:21.288] | |
| [01:27.054] | All the things we made of loneliness |
| [01:30.308] | A double LP spun from a late-night text |
| [01:33.569] | Work was the loom, love was the spool of thread |
| [01:36.822] | we were weaving into and out of our element |
| [01:40.082] | Now the deadlines a-breathin' down our necks |
| [01:43.337] | whatchu gonna make for me of your happiness |
| [01:46.590] | Love' s at that the loom, we are the spools of thread |
| [01:49.599] | being woven into and out of our element |
| [02:15.403] | |
| [02:18.406] | So we dance through a lull in the evening |
| [02:22.919] | Gonna sleep like children |
| [02:25.672] | With the saints of soldiering on, trying to forget |
| [02:31.187] | If we don our |
| [02:32.937] | rose colored trappings of potential |
| [02:37.698] | down in the perfect incompleteness of getting any. . . |
| [02:41.706] | |
| [02:42.207] | Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight |
| [02:50.225] | piercing our dreams |
| [02:55.737] | in a darkroom |
| [02:59.242] | till we throwback |
| [03:03.504] | the curtains and sing |
| [03:09.270] | in the cold |
| [03:13.286] | clear |
| [03:16.541] | Morning |
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