[00:00.000] 制作人 : Ben Cooper
[00:18.09]the sweat cuts rivers in the dust
[00:23.93]on your face
[00:26.62]while the wheels beneath complain
[00:29.65]the wind still whistles through the haze
[00:37.71]the sun shines like a razorblade
[00:40.93]and the bones of crops and banknotes pave the way
[01:37.19]the highways are lined with graves
[01:41.48]like the fingernail of giants
[01:45.86]like blood pulled through a vein
[01:50.24]we rush the west in slience
[01:54.24]and i am not the one you wanted here
[01:58.70]but i will fill my post
[02:03.28]heaven's touch is often out of reach to those who want it most
[02:12.23]you were a rose from yesterday like the world is green and over grown
[02:21.05]and i wear a handerchief around my mouth to keep the dust and ashes out
[02:30.29]i dream a glass of water with u dreaming of the sea
[02:38.56]and i watch my feet
[02:39.97]and you would watch the sky
[02:42.23]and we would wonder why our eyes no longer meet
[03:09.75]it was hard to call the thing we saw a strom like it had climbed from the pages of some novel
[03:19.42]and the sheets of dust hit everything like weaves against the rocks
[03:25.72]it was morning but i'd be damned if i could tell
[03:31.60]and u would hold my hand and close your eyes
[03:35.96]and i didn't mind
[03:40.64]when hell bears its teeth you learn your place
[03:47.25]and this god forsaken sun could be the moon for all it provide
[03:56.83]eyes are on the road before it dissappears again
[05:08.14]龙乱弹到此一游