The Diving Bell

	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.

	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.