[00:00.000] 作词 : Patrick J Pearson/Simon Armitage/Richard Walters
[00:00.046] 作曲 : Patrick J Pearson/Simon Armitage/Richard Walters
[00:00.092]You were happiest in the dark room
[00:02.234]conjuring shadows and shades
[00:04.768]running film through your dry fingers
[00:07.589]keeping ghosts in their graves
[00:10.776]And you could handle a steering wheel
[00:14.250]rounding the corners and bends
[00:16.941]watching the movie of life play out
[00:20.023]through the windscreen's lens
[00:22.348]But you were never good with horses
[00:25.039]were you, my dear
[00:27.311]Always took a step backwards
[00:29.114]when they came near
[00:31.622]Couldn't bear to look
[00:32.797]in the dark rock-pools of their eyes
[00:36.324]Couldn't hold your hand flat
[00:39.014]and offer your sugar cube lies
[00:45.597]
[01:08.010]Thanks for the dried buttercups
[01:10.466]pressed between faded pages
[01:13.235]Thanks for the tropical butterflies
[01:16.317]pinned in their glass cases
[01:19.556]For the snow-white rabbit's foot
[01:21.881]screwed to a key fob
[01:24.154]All of my thanks
[01:26.191]And the skulls studded with precious stones
[01:29.509]And sharks in their glass tanks
[01:33.114]But you were never good with horses
[01:35.334]were you, my dear
[01:37.920]Always took a step backwards
[01:39.566]when they came near
[01:41.578]Couldn't bear to look
[01:43.197]in the dark rock-pools of their eyes
[01:46.828]Couldn't hold your hand flat
[01:48.840]and offer your sugar cube lies
[02:02.606]
[02:17.966]You said a man with his own telescope
[02:21.258]isn't especially strange
[02:23.922]And to be a collector of doll's houses
[02:27.109]is fine for a guy of your age
[02:31.158]I said look at their pretty ankles
[02:34.554]and smooth coats
[02:36.461]look at the grey and the black
[02:39.465]But you wanted the painted, wooden kind
[02:43.148]You could rock this way and that
[02:47.328]And you were never good with horses
[02:49.600]were you, my dear
[02:51.821]Always took a step backwards
[02:53.780]when they came near
[02:55.765]Couldn't bear to look
[02:57.150]in the dark rock-pools of their eyes
[03:00.180]Couldn't hold your hand flat
[03:02.636]and offer your sugar cube lies