At the center of the world
There is a statue of a girl
She is standing near a well
With a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eyes
And she turned me into sand
It scattered easy in her hand
And came to rest upon a beach
With a million others there
We sat and waited for the sea
To stretch out so that we could disappear
Into the endlessness of blue
Into the horror of the truth
Yes, we are far less than we knew
Yeah, we are far less than we knew
But we knew what we could taste
Girls found honey to drench our hands
The men cut marble to mark our graves
Said we' ll need something to remind us
Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea)
The priests dressed children for a choir (White robed small voices praise him)
But found no joy in what was sung
The funeral had begun
In the middle of the day
When you drive home to your place
From that job that makes you sleep
Back to the thoughts that keep you awake
Long after night has come to claim
Any life that still remains
In the corner of the frame
That you put around her face
Two pills just weren' t enough
The alarm clock' s going off
But you' re not waking up
This isn' t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening
It is
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:45.15]At the center of the world
[00:51.33]There is a statue of a girl
[00:57.48]She is standing near a well
[01:03.61]With a bucket bare and dry
[01:09.37]I went and looked her in the eyes
[01:15.83]And she turned me into sand
[01:27.80]It scattered easy in her hand
[01:33.91]And came to rest upon a beach
[01:40.50]With a million others there
[01:46.22]We sat and waited for the sea
[01:51.44]To stretch out so that we could disappear
[01:58.22]Into the endlessness of blue
[02:04.29]Into the horror of the truth
[02:10.82]Yes, we are far less than we knew
[02:16.72]Yeah, we are far less than we knew
[02:23.72]But we knew what we could taste
[02:29.09]Girls found honey to drench our hands
[02:34.39]The men cut marble to mark our graves
[02:39.71]Said we' ll need something to remind us
[02:44.53]Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea)
[02:50.42]The priests dressed children for a choir (White robed small voices praise him)
[02:55.84]But found no joy in what was sung
[03:00.51]The funeral had begun
[03:04.71]In the middle of the day
[03:10.20]When you drive home to your place
[03:15.45]From that job that makes you sleep
[03:20.00]Back to the thoughts that keep you awake
[03:25.98]Long after night has come to claim
[03:31.71]Any life that still remains
[03:37.12]In the corner of the frame
[03:42.47]That you put around her face
[03:51.60]Two pills just weren' t enough
[03:56.61]The alarm clock' s going off
[03:59.45]But you' re not waking up
[04:01.49]This isn' t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening
[04:06.74]It is
[04:07.53]
At the center of the world
There is a statue of a girl
She is standing near a well
With a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eyes
And she turned me into sand
It scattered easy in her hand
And came to rest upon a beach
With a million others there
We sat and waited for the sea
To stretch out so that we could disappear
Into the endlessness of blue
Into the horror of the truth
Yes, we are far less than we knew
Yeah, we are far less than we knew
But we knew what we could taste
Girls found honey to drench our hands
The men cut marble to mark our graves
Said we' ll need something to remind us
Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea)
The priests dressed children for a choir (White robed small voices praise him)
But found no joy in what was sung
The funeral had begun
In the middle of the day
When you drive home to your place
From that job that makes you sleep
Back to the thoughts that keep you awake
Long after night has come to claim
Any life that still remains
In the corner of the frame
That you put around her face
Two pills just weren' t enough
The alarm clock' s going off
But you' re not waking up
This isn' t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening
It is
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:45.15]At the center of the world
[00:51.33]There is a statue of a girl
[00:57.48]She is standing near a well
[01:03.61]With a bucket bare and dry
[01:09.37]I went and looked her in the eyes
[01:15.83]And she turned me into sand
[01:27.80]It scattered easy in her hand
[01:33.91]And came to rest upon a beach
[01:40.50]With a million others there
[01:46.22]We sat and waited for the sea
[01:51.44]To stretch out so that we could disappear
[01:58.22]Into the endlessness of blue
[02:04.29]Into the horror of the truth
[02:10.82]Yes, we are far less than we knew
[02:16.72]Yeah, we are far less than we knew
[02:23.72]But we knew what we could taste
[02:29.09]Girls found honey to drench our hands
[02:34.39]The men cut marble to mark our graves
[02:39.71]Said we' ll need something to remind us
[02:44.53]Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea)
[02:50.42]The priests dressed children for a choir (White robed small voices praise him)
[02:55.84]But found no joy in what was sung
[03:00.51]The funeral had begun
[03:04.71]In the middle of the day
[03:10.20]When you drive home to your place
[03:15.45]From that job that makes you sleep
[03:20.00]Back to the thoughts that keep you awake
[03:25.98]Long after night has come to claim
[03:31.71]Any life that still remains
[03:37.12]In the corner of the frame
[03:42.47]That you put around her face
[03:51.60]Two pills just weren' t enough
[03:56.61]The alarm clock' s going off
[03:59.45]But you' re not waking up
[04:01.49]This isn' t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening
[04:06.74]It is
[04:07.53]
Well morning came
And it dressed the sky
In a lovely yellow gown
In that narrow hallway of downtown
Their lovers and their friends
Saying they won't e...
I met you through a common friend
In the attic of my parents house
And though I didn't know it then
I soon was finding out
You are the roots that slee...
I heard you fell into a rabbit hole
Covered yourself up in snow
Baby, tell me where'd you go
For days and days
Did they make you stay up all night?
Di...
Well I'm changing all my strings
I'm gonna write another traveling song
About all the billion highways and the cities at the break of dawn
Well I gues...
I dreamt of a fever
one that would cure me of this cold winter-set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears
burned with reasons as to carry on
Into ...
It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen
That I bought those pills
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said it's not ...