《Envelopes of Yesterday》歌词

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时长： 06:21

i feel like a rusty key i don't fit any door[00:00:35]

you stole my cloudy castles but you didn't say what for[00:00:42]

you said i didn't have the eyes to paint out in the street[00:00:49]

without a standard martyr's hat and neon sloganned feet[00:00:56]

to eat, it seems, i needed you, for crumbs your need was me[00:01:04]

we cheered and passed the sanguine flask till the iceman made me see[00:01:11]

at five o'clock you could never wash your printer's stain away[00:01:18]

so i count you lost and your words i've tossed[00:01:25]

in the bleary(weary) envelopes of yesterday...[00:01:28]

i feel like a tumbling kite there's no hand on my reel[00:01:37]

i dived aboard your star-bright ship to find you'd left the wheel[00:01:44]

to hunt some upstart passengers who had gambled with their fare[00:01:51]

then trumpeted the hull with holes and laughing gone by air[00:01:58]

whilst most of us who stayed aboard slipped brandy to the crew[00:02:05]

john purser locked his iron box and pointed at the queue[00:02:12]

still working out the price of time no echoes will we lay[00:02:19]

so i've burnt the till and i've thrown the bills[00:02:26]

in the weary(weary) envelopes of yesterday...[00:02:30]

i need to suck the breasts of time and freeze her milk in ink[00:03:21]

to juggle cruets full of dreams and balance on the brink[00:03:28]

don't blame me if my smoke and steam obscured your rutted track[00:03:35]

i only meant to startle you not offer you my back[00:03:42]

to ride upon and overload with your jars of unbaked clay[00:03:49]

you can find your guide to the pulpit ride[00:03:55]

in the dreary(weary) envelopes of yesterday...[00:03:59]

i'm upside down, i'm an empty town, my eyes are full of ghost[00:04:09]

of dusty windowed certainty and spider-webbed almost[00:04:17]

i love, i hate this rock and roll, the ladies and the lights[00:04:23]

ate all my flowers long ago but the roots came through all right[00:04:30]

whilst now my toast is the crossroads post, i hear just out of sight[00:04:37]

that the black pick's found his chaldean lamp[00:04:44]

after years in a concentration camp[00:04:48]

but i fear he's still out on the ice[00:04:51]

with his bagpipe mouth and his cup of crimson speiss[00:04:55]

still, i've fulfilled a host of dreams for that i'll cry hurray[00:05:25]

but it won't be long till i cast this song[00:05:32]

in the jet-edged envelopes...[00:05:36]

(in the ash-filled envelopes...)[00:05:36]

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