Song | The Diving Bell |
Artist | Joe Henry |
Album | Short Man's Room |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Henry | |
Can you tell | |
Is that dog tied? | |
Are your hands that cold now | |
Or is it mine? | |
Time ago, it was on Meeting Street, | |
You pulled me close to you; | |
Now you ask “which way row here?” | |
Like it was mine to choose. | |
Cover me in the dining bell | |
Where the pool is standing still, | |
You told me once, I learned it well — | |
There is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. | |
It frightens me | |
It could be so long ago | |
We first kicked rocks from here | |
Into the river below; | |
I guess I thought that nothing ought to move | |
Beneath my feet, | |
I guess I thought that all I gave to you | |
Was somehow mine to keep. | |
Lower me in the diving bell | |
And let me breathe what will remain, | |
And I’ll return your handsome shells | |
Though there is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. | |
The Aaron’s place is empty and falling down | |
I remember the night the roof caught fire | |
And you could see it from town; | |
We say goodbye on Meeting Street | |
Walking out together, | |
Knowing nothing could be any different | |
But maybe nothing could be better. | |
Raise me in the diving bell | |
And drag it up the muddy hill, | |
Let it ring and finally tell — | |
There is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. |
zuo ci : Henry | |
Can you tell | |
Is that dog tied? | |
Are your hands that cold now | |
Or is it mine? | |
Time ago, it was on Meeting Street, | |
You pulled me close to you | |
Now you ask " which way row here?" | |
Like it was mine to choose. | |
Cover me in the dining bell | |
Where the pool is standing still, | |
You told me once, I learned it well | |
There is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. | |
It frightens me | |
It could be so long ago | |
We first kicked rocks from here | |
Into the river below | |
I guess I thought that nothing ought to move | |
Beneath my feet, | |
I guess I thought that all I gave to you | |
Was somehow mine to keep. | |
Lower me in the diving bell | |
And let me breathe what will remain, | |
And I' ll return your handsome shells | |
Though there is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. | |
The Aaron' s place is empty and falling down | |
I remember the night the roof caught fire | |
And you could see it from town | |
We say goodbye on Meeting Street | |
Walking out together, | |
Knowing nothing could be any different | |
But maybe nothing could be better. | |
Raise me in the diving bell | |
And drag it up the muddy hill, | |
Let it ring and finally tell | |
There is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. |
zuò cí : Henry | |
Can you tell | |
Is that dog tied? | |
Are your hands that cold now | |
Or is it mine? | |
Time ago, it was on Meeting Street, | |
You pulled me close to you | |
Now you ask " which way row here?" | |
Like it was mine to choose. | |
Cover me in the dining bell | |
Where the pool is standing still, | |
You told me once, I learned it well | |
There is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. | |
It frightens me | |
It could be so long ago | |
We first kicked rocks from here | |
Into the river below | |
I guess I thought that nothing ought to move | |
Beneath my feet, | |
I guess I thought that all I gave to you | |
Was somehow mine to keep. | |
Lower me in the diving bell | |
And let me breathe what will remain, | |
And I' ll return your handsome shells | |
Though there is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. | |
The Aaron' s place is empty and falling down | |
I remember the night the roof caught fire | |
And you could see it from town | |
We say goodbye on Meeting Street | |
Walking out together, | |
Knowing nothing could be any different | |
But maybe nothing could be better. | |
Raise me in the diving bell | |
And drag it up the muddy hill, | |
Let it ring and finally tell | |
There is nothing here for me, | |
Nothing here for me. |