My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
sitting-curled in on myself,
at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:26.331]My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
[00:34.811]Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
[00:41.174]sitting-curled in on myself,
[00:44.294]at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
[00:49.938]The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
[00:53.509]Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
[01:01.338]He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
[01:05.841]"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
[01:08.686]Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
[01:11.679]trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
sitting-curled in on myself,
at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:26.331]My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
[00:34.811]Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappearing,
[00:41.174]sitting-curled in on myself,
[00:44.294]at the centre of this, there must be a sort of purity if I just work myself in a little deeper.
[00:49.938]The bones that catch the cold and hold it must point somewhere.
[00:53.509]Waking, snared in the limbs of someone I never see again - an unfamiliar voice trying to pin me down with sleep-fuzzed concern.
[01:01.338]He's slack. Flesh bags round his waist and I'm repelled,
[01:05.841]"I'd do anything not to have to touch."
[01:08.686]Curling tighter around a hunger that cuts to the bone,
[01:11.679]trying to find the centre that must be round here somewhere.
I thought of the poem with the line about the smoke being a huge-yellow cat curling around the house.
However with his mothers apron-strings to hand, ...
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
So scared of breaking it
That you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I won't ever send
Somehow it is cut so much
Deeper...
J'aimerai que ce télégramme
Soit le plus beau télégramme
De tous les télégrammes
Que tu recevras jamais
Et couvrant mon télégramme
Tu te mettes à pleu...
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice ...
Distant stars, at home up in the heavens.
Wonder what they see,
are they watching me?
What a sight to see,
are you there to guide me?
Star light, shin...