Glint of street-lights the same brightness & shine sits in the palm of my hand.
It's only okay as long as I'm not thinking, and I'm not thinking.
Sour-sweet, caught in the back of my throat & swimming through my fingers.
The machine at my side thrums blood sealing - wax colored.
It catches & sucks back, back on itself. This clattering starts whenever I move, chemical smell rises in my throat, gets stuck there & I just want to get out.
Dull sunlight catches the plastic chairs & over-full dustbins outside the window - and I know that it will all settle back into place now the fire has died away.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Glint of street-lights the same brightness & shine sits in the palm of my hand.
It's only okay as long as I'm not thinking, and I'm not thinking.
Sour-sweet, caught in the back of my throat & swimming through my fingers.
The machine at my side thrums blood sealing - wax colored.
It catches & sucks back, back on itself. This clattering starts whenever I move, chemical smell rises in my throat, gets stuck there & I just want to get out.
Dull sunlight catches the plastic chairs & over-full dustbins outside the window - and I know that it will all settle back into place now the fire has died away.
📝 纯歌词版本
Glint of street-lights the same brightness & shine sits in the palm of my hand.
It's only okay as long as I'm not thinking, and I'm not thinking.
Sour-sweet, caught in the back of my throat & swimming through my fingers.
The machine at my side thrums blood sealing - wax colored.
It catches & sucks back, back on itself. This clattering starts whenever I move, chemical smell rises in my throat, gets stuck there & I just want to get out.
Dull sunlight catches the plastic chairs & over-full dustbins outside the window - and I know that it will all settle back into place now the fire has died away.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Glint of street-lights the same brightness & shine sits in the palm of my hand.
It's only okay as long as I'm not thinking, and I'm not thinking.
Sour-sweet, caught in the back of my throat & swimming through my fingers.
The machine at my side thrums blood sealing - wax colored.
It catches & sucks back, back on itself. This clattering starts whenever I move, chemical smell rises in my throat, gets stuck there & I just want to get out.
Dull sunlight catches the plastic chairs & over-full dustbins outside the window - and I know that it will all settle back into place now the fire has died away.
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, ...
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 ...
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 disappear...
静寂の闇に 天使が舞い堕ちてく 奪われた翼と
I will give you another reality
白く広がる世界は 痛ましき 異形の姿を映し出す
黒く染まった世界は 偽りの 恍惚に濡れた魑魅魍魎
俗悪にまみれた 忌まわしき 冒涜の思いに 嘆き
静寂の闇に 天使が舞い堕ちてく 奪われた翼と...