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Bird Of Youth
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Spearfish
Signs with carved warnings fill the spaces In the hills, surrounding portraits of the past, And the excuses I played One day I got angry so I wrote them all down And filled a notebook With the pieces of the mess I'd made Spearfish in the spring, it's just like climbing Everything, it's just like rusty silver rings And black gold shaped like blades I like liquor too, and I like street names And tattoo flames, I need people, I hate pennies, sometimes I can't behave
She left the old book in new york The pages were bent and words didn't work And she couldn't argue with that Then she stripped down to the skin Just to see what it felt like to say that she'd sinned Now she's talking in her sleep And this blank page goes out to you
Her name was Sasha, yeah, or was it now, She's not allowed a language with to share Just rooms, cut cold from her mind This happened and then that, was it Paris, Was it painful, was it London, Was it laughing, places bound in exile Walking down the streets, How all the days just turn to drink Sand all the spaces seem to shrink Until the morning reclines This tiny room, it scares her And it dares her to be lovely And to tear herself from living, 'ain't it quite like old times?'
I left the old book in new york The words were a blur and the pages were torn And I couldn't argue with that Then I slipped down to Berlin 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Just to see what it felt like to say that I'd been Now I'm talking in my sleep And this blank page goes out to me
60 years later, in the sequel it was safer, So she said...
What did you tell your friends Did you say you were pretending Did you think you were so wounded Your tail clipped, your ego spoon-fedby the girl You thought you'd broken Did you say she was a token Of the lie that got you moping Feeding lines you wrote with your pen Did it cross your mind that maybe She lied too when she was waking up To red wine in a hotel cup And messes she could not clean up She didn't mean a thing to you But hey, she never wanted to Don't take the credit you're not due Cause we all knew full well it wasn't true
And I didn't know her, but I saw the pages Where they broke her down On paper it played out Like stories cut from the vine In the plane, these words are falling From mountains, so I grab ahold And I never, ever want to get off this ride We both spend too much time putting Out fires, but if we just let them burn, Then maybe, yeah maybe, We'd have something to keep Today I stood propped up on a wooden fence Over a country years and volumes In between the places she and I sleep
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