[00:00.000] 作曲 : Gregory Alan Isakov
[00:28.296]Pictures watch from the sidewalk past
[00:31.383]poems go flying in the tracks
[00:34.233]all we ever got left is a pile of things
[00:41.840]I visit you with nothing burning
[00:44.451]hidden heart, stomach churning
[00:47.084]circled in the words like the vultures
[00:54.884]your mouth becomes a dictionary
[00:57.472]words without a holy theory
[01:00.876]you're the only one on the page
[01:05.853]look it up to find my heart
[01:08.998]tear that old **** apart
[01:11.601]till you find the words to sum me up
[01:25.794]I don't need no lullabies
[01:36.048]you sit me down here and you cry
[01:54.784]the music man sings his mystery songs
[01:56.838]he tries to put his finger on
[01:59.431]there's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel
[02:07.430]the things we all are destined to lose
[02:09.996]while I seek out that crooked muse
[02:13.112]you stole my heart and filled it up with blues
[02:20.915]I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seat
[02:26.637]Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy
[02:34.215]and I've been here on this precipice
[02:36.823]and I picked apart anything I bring
[02:39.389]so we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last
[02:54.728]we've all the merry things we needed
[03:04.324]it's time like this we remember to believe
[03:17.336]let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me
[03:34.489]Lay me down here in your field
[03:45.179]they know just, what they steal