Third time writing you a letter, getting darker.
I'm getting worse and worse.
I had a reason for the writing, but trying to exorcise my demons didn't work.
To try to rid me of
The worry and to purge you out of wonder for the future and the hurt.
I wrote a poem:
I'm increasingly aware
I've been painting things in gray,
I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain,
I'm increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky,
I'm increasingly afraid it's going to rain.
See, lately
I've hated me for over-playing pain.
For always pointing fingers out at everyone but
Who in fact is guilty and for picking at my scabs like they could never break but they can and
They will and
Words to make deadbeat that sweet old refrain, self-inflicting my pain and therein lies the real
Shame: I heard when they were picking through the rubble finding limbs, they sang hymns, but
Now what of what
I sing? The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days,
The replacement for purpose,
The things swept away by
The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame,
The replacements for feeling,
The casual lay.
And The worst of the wildlife wears clothes and can pray and
The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day.
Only death unimpeded, not slowing it's pace,
Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:09.66]Third time writing you a letter, getting darker.
[00:17.31]I'm getting worse and worse.
[00:23.46]I had a reason for the writing, but trying to exorcise my demons didn't work.
[00:34.05]To try to rid me of
[00:36.09]The worry and to purge you out of wonder for the future and the hurt.
[00:45.06]I wrote a poem:
[00:54.75]I'm increasingly aware
[00:57.51]I've been painting things in gray,
[01:00.81]I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain,
[01:03.00]I'm increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky,
[01:06.96]I'm increasingly afraid it's going to rain.
[01:10.14]See, lately
[01:17.13]I've hated me for over-playing pain.
[01:18.00]For always pointing fingers out at everyone but
[01:22.92]Who in fact is guilty and for picking at my scabs like they could never break but they can and
[01:31.02]They will and
[01:44.34]Words to make deadbeat that sweet old refrain, self-inflicting my pain and therein lies the real
[01:54.84]Shame: I heard when they were picking through the rubble finding limbs, they sang hymns, but
[02:03.12]Now what of what
[02:04.02]I sing? The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days,
[02:05.01]The replacement for purpose,
[02:16.62]The things swept away by
[02:18.27]The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame,
[02:26.13]The replacements for feeling,
[02:29.82]The casual lay.
[02:30.15]And The worst of the wildlife wears clothes and can pray and
[02:43.98]The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day.
[02:44.85]Only death unimpeded, not slowing it's pace,
[02:48.27]Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away.
Third time writing you a letter, getting darker.
I'm getting worse and worse.
I had a reason for the writing, but trying to exorcise my demons didn't work.
To try to rid me of
The worry and to purge you out of wonder for the future and the hurt.
I wrote a poem:
I'm increasingly aware
I've been painting things in gray,
I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain,
I'm increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky,
I'm increasingly afraid it's going to rain.
See, lately
I've hated me for over-playing pain.
For always pointing fingers out at everyone but
Who in fact is guilty and for picking at my scabs like they could never break but they can and
They will and
Words to make deadbeat that sweet old refrain, self-inflicting my pain and therein lies the real
Shame: I heard when they were picking through the rubble finding limbs, they sang hymns, but
Now what of what
I sing? The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days,
The replacement for purpose,
The things swept away by
The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame,
The replacements for feeling,
The casual lay.
And The worst of the wildlife wears clothes and can pray and
The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day.
Only death unimpeded, not slowing it's pace,
Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:09.66]Third time writing you a letter, getting darker.
[00:17.31]I'm getting worse and worse.
[00:23.46]I had a reason for the writing, but trying to exorcise my demons didn't work.
[00:34.05]To try to rid me of
[00:36.09]The worry and to purge you out of wonder for the future and the hurt.
[00:45.06]I wrote a poem:
[00:54.75]I'm increasingly aware
[00:57.51]I've been painting things in gray,
[01:00.81]I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain,
[01:03.00]I'm increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky,
[01:06.96]I'm increasingly afraid it's going to rain.
[01:10.14]See, lately
[01:17.13]I've hated me for over-playing pain.
[01:18.00]For always pointing fingers out at everyone but
[01:22.92]Who in fact is guilty and for picking at my scabs like they could never break but they can and
[01:31.02]They will and
[01:44.34]Words to make deadbeat that sweet old refrain, self-inflicting my pain and therein lies the real
[01:54.84]Shame: I heard when they were picking through the rubble finding limbs, they sang hymns, but
[02:03.12]Now what of what
[02:04.02]I sing? The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days,
[02:05.01]The replacement for purpose,
[02:16.62]The things swept away by
[02:18.27]The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame,
[02:26.13]The replacements for feeling,
[02:29.82]The casual lay.
[02:30.15]And The worst of the wildlife wears clothes and can pray and
[02:43.98]The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day.
[02:44.85]Only death unimpeded, not slowing it's pace,
[02:48.27]Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away.
(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal,...
I know that someday you'll be sleeping,
Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will r...
"Up, M'Lady - Pack your things, this place is not your home.
Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride."
Tonight we ride.
"An...
I looked her in the eye and smiled, "My girl, you must understand that fear is not some product that I made. It crept unwelcome in my head the day the...
"Up, M'Lady--Pack your things, this place is not your home. Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride." "And how we've trembl...
I felt your sickness
brush against my arm as
I walked by you —
Heard your voice but
couldn't tell that it was you.
And, slowly, watched your sickness ...
Like any morning of my
Junior year
I stumble in the classroom
Late but this day I see
Faces I feel
An air like a funeral
Like a wake
As I sit down
Som...
Forget all the fears you've kept about love and *** and death and faith,
Erased, or swinging sweet from around her neck and between her breasts.
Let...
Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
Out where the waves crash contempt on the land
Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
Somebody...