Sometimes Words Just Get in the Way... (Spoken Word Version) - Cathartic Fall/Trev Cimenski.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Trev Cimenski/Jeoff Harris
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Trev Cimenski/Jeoff Harris
[00:10.738]Sometimes words, just get in the way of what I'm saying
[00:17.405]Like moths in my mouth, searching for light
[00:23.508]Like the lyrics blinding the voice
[00:27.856] 
[00:30.458]Like if the sky wasn't there
[00:32.646]I'm sure I'd see a heaven
[00:35.145]If I could stretch my eyes into the lakes big enough to imagine it
[00:44.401]To imagine it
[00:45.172] 
[00:50.550]Sometimes words just get in the way of what I'm saying
[00:55.677]Like a fountain pen looking over my tongue
[00:59.674]Just imagine font making my jaw smudged
[01:02.771] 
[01:04.822]But I can paint inkblots for you to interpret
[01:10.445]With abstract fingerprints and a sun in the corner of my name somewhereIn the form of something foreign
[01:22.806]In the form of something foreign
[01:24.658] 
[01:31.389]And sometimes words just get in the way of what I'm saying
[01:36.976]And so let's talk about the weather
[01:39.600]And the weather, and the weather
[01:42.681]And cannon fodder, and dead breath will fill our lungs
[01:46.733] 
[01:51.339]And we'll drown on the small talk
[01:54.612]While swimming for the deep stuff
[01:57.996]For the black jungle and sand
[02:01.199]Overrun, overrun, overrun
[02:04.649]For an island of I don't know what
[02:07.885] 
[02:11.768]But it's a place to be heard
[02:14.503]To be a tree that makes a sound when it falls
[02:21.680]For the mouths in my mouth to reach that light
[02:27.362]And maybe when I do
[02:29.651]Tell us what they find
[02:31.459] 
文本歌词
作词 : Trev Cimenski/Jeoff Harris
作曲 : Trev Cimenski/Jeoff Harris
Sometimes words, just get in the way of what I'm saying
Like moths in my mouth, searching for light
Like the lyrics blinding the voice
 
Like if the sky wasn't there
I'm sure I'd see a heaven
If I could stretch my eyes into the lakes big enough to imagine it
To imagine it
 
Sometimes words just get in the way of what I'm saying
Like a fountain pen looking over my tongue
Just imagine font making my jaw smudged
 
But I can paint inkblots for you to interpret
With abstract fingerprints and a sun in the corner of my name somewhereIn the form of something foreign
In the form of something foreign
 
And sometimes words just get in the way of what I'm saying
And so let's talk about the weather
And the weather, and the weather
And cannon fodder, and dead breath will fill our lungs
 
And we'll drown on the small talk
While swimming for the deep stuff
For the black jungle and sand
Overrun, overrun, overrun
For an island of I don't know what
 
But it's a place to be heard
To be a tree that makes a sound when it falls
For the mouths in my mouth to reach that light
And maybe when I do
Tell us what they find