[00:00.00] 作词 : Jemima Coulter/Edward Jamie Tullet[00:00.90] 作曲 : Jemima Coulter/Edward Jamie Tullet[00:01.80]I could barely stand to hold my head up,[00:03.39]thinking I’d be better off the grid,[00:10.20]cus I could only handle my own heaven,[00:15.00]yours was on another plane to his.[00:15.90]Cherubim and seraphim and lyres,[00:32.10]old Berlin and synonyms for tired.[00:35.67]Sinking in the car, I’d kick my floor in,[00:40.83]given all the stars it might be bliss,[00:44.43]the pulp from the memoir you left this morning[00:48.96]framed me in an orange, golden tint,[00:53.34]and if only I had bought the tape recorder,[00:58.83]just to hear you say those words again,[01:03.99]the way you just surrendered made it all the[01:06.33]sweeter,[01:06.81]I was yours,[01:07.38]I melted then.[01:09.54]You dropped it in and left it on the side,[01:19.80]the bathing water’s half of chapter nine.[02:04.14]Sistine blisters,[02:05.91]I was cricking my neck out trying to see our drawings of choirs get born.[02:19.11]Sixteen, shivers,[02:23.13]I remember my legs shaking in my head while you were making your bed up next door.[02:36.30]Caffeine rivers,[02:36.87]your letters, they read themselves in my head, I left them all on your doorstep that fall.[02:53.25]Fifty winters,[02:56.88]my sweater was red, you were growing your hair out, said you were fed up with it short,[03:08.85]but we’re on to something now.[03:09.90]Bliss redelivered,[03:10.32]I thought we had said not to pull at that thread when you[03:18.78]kissed me[03:18.96]my skin shed,[03:54.12]I had figured instead we’d begin to accept that it wouldn’t get better anymore.