[00:00.000] 作词 : Chris Cornell
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Chris Cornell
[00:43.025]Staring in the mirror with two borrowed eyes
[00:47.943]Looking for a part of me that’s still alive
[00:52.341]Waiting for my chest to fall and rise
[01:02.246]Standing on the corner with my shirt tucked in
[01:07.072]Summer turns to autumn, winter turns to spring
[01:11.368]And it all flies by like a speeding train
[01:20.854]Dead wishes on a broken chain
[01:25.620]White roses in a dead man’s dream
[01:30.535]Down and out with everything to lose
[01:35.285]If these long dead wishes never do come true
[01:45.532]Waiting for the night to come and chase away
[01:50.203]All the flies hovering around my head
[01:54.744]With my memory for a pillow and all my regrets for a bed
[02:04.520]Standing on the corner, now I'm past surprise
[02:09.463]Yelling out a warning to some passerby
[02:13.986]I stand just as God made me and I lie down in disguise
[02:23.242]Dead wishes on a burning lake
[02:27.936]White roses for my soul to keep
[02:32.709]Diving down with everything to win
[02:37.564]If my long-since sunken ship ever does come in
[02:43.357]Round and round we all fall down
[02:47.288]And that's how ancient mountains crumble
[02:53.802]Time keeps moving slower
[02:56.605]Like falling from the sun
[03:03.427]Come and knock me over
[03:05.990]I'll keep getting up
[03:13.006]Throw a line down to me
[03:15.731]Keep hanging on
[03:33.444]Standing on the corner don’t apologize
[03:38.203]You don't have to bow your head or raise your eyes
[03:42.880]Or pretend that you don’t see me
[03:47.275]Dead wishes on a broken chain
[03:52.010]White roses in a dead man’s dream
[03:56.904]Down and out with everything to lose
[04:01.589]If these long dead wishes
[04:06.919]These long dead wishes never do come ture
[04:21.750]Round and round we all fall down
[04:25.674]And that's how ancient mountains crumble
[04:31.100]Round and round we all fall down
[04:35.288]And that's how ancient mountains crumble
[04:40.766]That's how ancient mountains crumble
[04:45.499]That's how ancient mountains crumble