Song | Hosea's Wife |
Artist | Brooke Fraser |
Album | Albertine |
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作曲 : Brooke Fraser | |
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me | |
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech | |
That turned to mine and asked belligerently: | |
'What do I live for?' | |
I see the scars of searches everywhere I go | |
From hearts to wars to literature to radio | |
There's a question like shame no one will show: | |
'What do I live for?' | |
We are Hosea's wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using people like ladders | |
and words like knives | |
If we've eyes to see | |
If we've ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
There's truth in little corners of our lives | |
There are hints of it in songs and childrens eyes | |
It's familiar, like an ancient lullaby | |
What do i live for? | |
We are Hosea's wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using bodies like money and truth like lives | |
If we've eyes to see | |
If we've ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
We are more than dust | |
That means something | |
We are more than blood and emotions, | |
inklings and notions, atoms on oceans | |
We are Hosea's wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using people like ladders | |
and words like knives | |
If we've eyes to see | |
If we've ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
If we've eyes to see | |
If we've ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
To believe is to begin |
zuo qu : Brooke Fraser | |
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me | |
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech | |
That turned to mine and asked belligerently: | |
' What do I live for?' | |
I see the scars of searches everywhere I go | |
From hearts to wars to literature to radio | |
There' s a question like shame no one will show: | |
' What do I live for?' | |
We are Hosea' s wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using people like ladders | |
and words like knives | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
There' s truth in little corners of our lives | |
There are hints of it in songs and childrens eyes | |
It' s familiar, like an ancient lullaby | |
What do i live for? | |
We are Hosea' s wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using bodies like money and truth like lives | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
We are more than dust | |
That means something | |
We are more than blood and emotions, | |
inklings and notions, atoms on oceans | |
We are Hosea' s wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using people like ladders | |
and words like knives | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
To believe is to begin |
zuò qǔ : Brooke Fraser | |
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me | |
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech | |
That turned to mine and asked belligerently: | |
' What do I live for?' | |
I see the scars of searches everywhere I go | |
From hearts to wars to literature to radio | |
There' s a question like shame no one will show: | |
' What do I live for?' | |
We are Hosea' s wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using people like ladders | |
and words like knives | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
There' s truth in little corners of our lives | |
There are hints of it in songs and childrens eyes | |
It' s familiar, like an ancient lullaby | |
What do i live for? | |
We are Hosea' s wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using bodies like money and truth like lives | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
We are more than dust | |
That means something | |
We are more than blood and emotions, | |
inklings and notions, atoms on oceans | |
We are Hosea' s wife | |
We are squandering this life | |
Using people like ladders | |
and words like knives | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
If we' ve eyes to see | |
If we' ve ears to hear | |
To find it in our hearts and mouths, | |
the word that saves is near | |
Shed that shallows skin | |
Come and live again | |
Leave all you were | |
To believe is to begin | |
To believe is to begin |