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  • 作词 : Sam Beam
    作曲 : Sam Beam
    There are times that walk from you
    like some passing afternoon
    Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
    And she chose a yard to burn
    but the ground remembers her
    Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
    There are things that drift away
    like our endless, numbered days
    Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
    And she's chosen to believe
    in the hymns her mother sings
    Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
    There are sailing ships that pass
    all our bodies in the grass
    Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
    And she's chosen where to be
    though she's lost her wedding ring
    Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
    There are things we can't recall
    Blind as night that finds us all
    Winter tucks her children in her fragile china dolls
    But my hands remember hers
    rolling around the shaded ferns
    Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
    There are names across the sea
    only now I do believe
    Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
    But she'll mend his tattered clothes
    and they'll kiss as if they know
    A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Sam Beam
    [00:00.036] 作曲 : Sam Beam
    [00:00.73]There are times that walk from you
    [00:04.74]like some passing afternoon
    [00:10.16]Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
    [00:18.91]And she chose a yard to burn
    [00:23.90]but the ground remembers her
    [00:28.93]Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
    [00:38.07]There are things that drift away
    [00:42.54]like our endless, numbered days
    [00:48.57]Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
    [00:56.81]And she's chosen to believe
    [01:03.60]in the hymns her mother sings
    [01:07.02]Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
    [01:15.87]There are sailing ships that pass
    [01:20.53]all our bodies in the grass
    [01:25.24]Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
    [01:34.60]And she's chosen where to be
    [01:38.87]though she's lost her wedding ring
    [01:44.92]Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
    [01:53.78]There are things we can't recall
    [01:56.96]Blind as night that finds us all
    [02:03.42]Winter tucks her children in her fragile china dolls
    [02:12.09]But my hands remember hers
    [02:16.61]rolling around the shaded ferns
    [02:22.32]Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
    [02:31.20]There are names across the sea
    [02:34.93]only now I do believe
    [02:40.22]Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
    [02:49.72]But she'll mend his tattered clothes
    [02:54.79]and they'll kiss as if they know
    [03:00.33]A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
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