作词 : Benge, Wyatt
We could hear it
before the shutters were open,
the wind on the beach.
Then we found miniature sand dunes
on the concrete of the balcony
and a dead leaf zig-zagging,
scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit
before hitching a ride on a frisky gust.
A plastic bag caught by a rail
rearing to go, in such a flap
we set it free
to join a page of last week's news
racing high above the undulating beach,
and the invisible flying sand
casting a fast moving shadow
stroking the beach clean.
Yesterday's footprints vanished,
replaced by smooth rippling wave formations,
a copy of the sea.
No one walking,
not even the dogs.
A day for the rubbish to dance.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Benge, Wyatt
[00:10.41]We could hear it
[00:18.99]before the shutters were open,
[00:21.09]the wind on the beach.
[01:02.88]Then we found miniature sand dunes
[01:12.12]on the concrete of the balcony
[01:15.51]and a dead leaf zig-zagging,
[01:16.08]scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit
[02:05.61]before hitching a ride on a frisky gust.
[02:30.27]A plastic bag caught by a rail
[02:34.92]rearing to go, in such a flap
[02:39.87]we set it free
[02:41.52]to join a page of last week's news
[02:56.91]racing high above the undulating beach,
[03:16.53]and the invisible flying sand
[03:27.15]casting a fast moving shadow
[03:32.64]stroking the beach clean.
[03:40.71]Yesterday's footprints vanished,
[03:47.49]replaced by smooth rippling wave formations,
[04:04.05]a copy of the sea.
[04:20.43]No one walking,
[04:20.97]not even the dogs.
[04:21.75]A day for the rubbish to dance.
作词 : Benge, Wyatt
We could hear it
before the shutters were open,
the wind on the beach.
Then we found miniature sand dunes
on the concrete of the balcony
and a dead leaf zig-zagging,
scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit
before hitching a ride on a frisky gust.
A plastic bag caught by a rail
rearing to go, in such a flap
we set it free
to join a page of last week's news
racing high above the undulating beach,
and the invisible flying sand
casting a fast moving shadow
stroking the beach clean.
Yesterday's footprints vanished,
replaced by smooth rippling wave formations,
a copy of the sea.
No one walking,
not even the dogs.
A day for the rubbish to dance.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Benge, Wyatt
[00:10.41]We could hear it
[00:18.99]before the shutters were open,
[00:21.09]the wind on the beach.
[01:02.88]Then we found miniature sand dunes
[01:12.12]on the concrete of the balcony
[01:15.51]and a dead leaf zig-zagging,
[01:16.08]scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit
[02:05.61]before hitching a ride on a frisky gust.
[02:30.27]A plastic bag caught by a rail
[02:34.92]rearing to go, in such a flap
[02:39.87]we set it free
[02:41.52]to join a page of last week's news
[02:56.91]racing high above the undulating beach,
[03:16.53]and the invisible flying sand
[03:27.15]casting a fast moving shadow
[03:32.64]stroking the beach clean.
[03:40.71]Yesterday's footprints vanished,
[03:47.49]replaced by smooth rippling wave formations,
[04:04.05]a copy of the sea.
[04:20.43]No one walking,
[04:20.97]not even the dogs.
[04:21.75]A day for the rubbish to dance.