作曲 : Blake Ewing
Up here, everything looks so small
It’s very quiet
Darkness is a silent lover on the bloodless body of darkness
Waves of static ripple across a sea of humming ink
I, a ceasura, wading in the unsayable
A cup of tears spilled across stillness
The sun glistens like a wound on the throat of a thousand rivers
Splitting and connecting our many-tongued home
Somewhere, down there, a muskmelon cracks open like a ripened sun
Its flesh white as the scooped-open stars
A mother scrapes through its soft curtain of sweetness
And pours its gold swirl into her child’s mouth
Who am I to say that none of this matters
In a hush large enough to swallow us whole
All I know is that once I was hungry, and there were hands that fed me
I was winter, and the bark of my spine burst into blossom
None of it solid, all of it warmth
I was born, then burnt
Inhale and exhale
And all of the beautiful nothing in between
作曲 : Blake Ewing
Up here, everything looks so small
It’s very quiet
Darkness is a silent lover on the bloodless body of darkness
Waves of static ripple across a sea of humming ink
I, a ceasura, wading in the unsayable
A cup of tears spilled across stillness
The sun glistens like a wound on the throat of a thousand rivers
Splitting and connecting our many-tongued home
Somewhere, down there, a muskmelon cracks open like a ripened sun
Its flesh white as the scooped-open stars
A mother scrapes through its soft curtain of sweetness
And pours its gold swirl into her child’s mouth
Who am I to say that none of this matters
In a hush large enough to swallow us whole
All I know is that once I was hungry, and there were hands that fed me
I was winter, and the bark of my spine burst into blossom
None of it solid, all of it warmth
I was born, then burnt
Inhale and exhale
And all of the beautiful nothing in between