Siberian Breaks-MGMT

[00:00.00] 作词 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden [00:01.00] 作曲 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden [00:26.50]Sleep as the goer [00:29.44]the bridge that watches the light speed thru [00:34.62]and cries while the spirit stumbles [00:38.35]and inside missile for the protection of you [00:51.14]maybe it's siletn [00:54.08]the voice can't bear anymore strain [00:59.35]but speak without even knowing [01:02.96]and streams outside in the direction of truth [01:26.73]there's no reason there's no secret to decode [01:35.18]if youc an't save it, leave it dying on the road [01:44.30]wide open arms can feel so cold [01:49.52]so cold [01:51.24]feel so cold [02:17.19]balance the books, the ledges, the loons [02:18.91]the disappointed look on the faces [02:21.24]that squint at the moon [02:25.10]let's see it with shadows enhance [02:29.61]and then vote to decide who'll advance [02:34.52]silver jet plane, making a turn [02:37.56]exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn [02:43.95]it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed [02:48.44]if you're conscious you must be depressed [02:53.02]or at least cynical [02:59.51]but someone might still eat the steaks [03:02.77]even if they're tough [03:05.82]spending the day [03:07.35]chewing the fat [03:08.85]floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough [03:18.70]oh marianne, pass me the joint [03:21.45]the sandpaper's tan [03:22.98]go-getters are surfing the point [03:27.67]and london's a cratch on the lens [03:30.67]it's over before it begins [03:37.09]silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders [03:40.28]the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick [03:46.49]but really there's no trip at all [03:49.53]that doesn't result in a fall [03:55.58]or a faltering [04:02.08]but something might spit out the bait [04:05.46]even if it's real [04:08.50]rolling away [04:09.89]missing a spoke [04:11.59]close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough [04:20.98]holding th eline [04:22.52]clutching the phone [04:24.04]nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right [04:30.04]it's not right [04:33.38]smelling for blood [04:34.99]praying for rain [04:36.46]running away isn't rough, but it's not enough [04:56.85]the low tide is telling me, when it's over, [05:10.18]to breathe in everything exposed [05:19.18]and comes back to cover me in a blanket [05:32.69]being here's always changing tunes [07:02.38]the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all [07:16.03]wide open arms can feel so cold [07:29.29]and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's [07:34.87]worth [07:42.68]but I hope I die before i get sold [07:56.28]I hope I die before I get sold [08:09.67]I'd rather die before I get sold [08:22.27]if you find the soul that you lost [08:26.76]frozen in a starry void [08:31.73]take it within and hope the sight of blood [08:34.66]can will signs of life to return [08:40.55]back to the way that it was [08:44.74]long before it made a noise [08:49.63]to keep on quietly reminding you [08:52.55]what's never created or destroyed [08:57.38] [09:13.23]wake as the swell peaks [09:16.20]the close-outs drowning the birds with roars [09:21.59]and howls scare the new unkindness [09:24.90]that picks and laughs at the carrion scene [09:32.39] [09:35.56]forces you see breath can always go into hiding [09:43.85]and wait 'til it passes over [09:47.34]or stay far gone for all eternity [09:56.15]