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.
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...
I can't go for that
I can't go for that
I can't go for that
I can't go for that
I can't go for that
I can't go for that
I can't go for that
I can't go...
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, ...
It's the end of a perfect day for all the surfer boys and girls
there's a diamond in the sky, our evening star in our shangri-la
get that fire burning...
Bring ya partners cause you know I'm bringin' my crew
(Yeah)
Girl don't you walk on by
We're not leavin' one more time
Shorty's got her back to me
Sho...
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 ...