《Orpheus/Sonnet》歌词

所属专辑：Mythologies

时长： 04:30

Orpheus/Sonnet - Patricia Barber[00:00:01]

These days, I have become a collector[00:00:17]

Tender of the flimsy, yellow, and still[00:00:27]

Putting one foot in front of the other[00:00:36]

I take the formless to heart, and I fill[00:00:47]

Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine[00:00:54]

Utterly beside the point in straw hat[00:01:06]

And fussing with flowers, I am consigned[00:01:11]

Neither to here nor there, to this and that[00:01:16]

Long since the Furies cried, I’ve been alone[00:01:24]

For gods don’t rejoice in the death of two[00:01:34]

Doggedly, like Sisyphus and his stone[00:03:10]

I push, but second chances are so few[00:03:21]

When I stumble, kind eyes avert their gaze[00:03:51]

And we fall each time I look back, these days[00:03:59]

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