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.
いつかは 夢が叶う
涙も 強がりも 投げ捨てることが できるよね
吹き抜ける風の強さに
心が揺れ 切ない想いと 今 闘ってる
Don't ask me why
どうしようもなく
You are the first thing on my mind
Love,day after tomorrow
I ...
here's the love song I never wrote for you
it's the only way I'm gonna get through to you
I sent a carrier pigeon from Trafalgar square
it flew across...
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 ...
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, ...