[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]