所属专辑:Jane Siberry
歌手: Jane Siberry
时长: 05:29
On this winter's afternoon [00:00:38]
This room hangs on a golden chain [00:00:44]
Suspended [00:00:49]
Frozen [00:00:54]
Frozen in time since you went away [00:01:01]
Walking through your rooms I though your things [00:01:19]
It says April on your calendar [00:01:28]
As long as you're fine [00:01:45]
Your house is as tumble-down as mine [00:02:06]
Crumpled papers everywhere like mine [00:02:13]
This one says I'll write no more [00:02:21]
That one says don't lock the door [00:02:29]
Writers are a funny breed [00:02:34]
I should know [00:02:43]
You said someday when we're pure and high [00:02:48]
We won't need to capture and describe [00:02:53]
The things we see or don't see [00:02:58]
We'll let things be [00:03:07]
Let things be [00:03:12]
That's when you'd leave [00:03:20]
And that is why I had to come today [00:03:35]
My mad scribbling crumpled crippled fey [00:03:41]
Tossing words from ledges that erode [00:03:54]
I am not a piece of chalk [00:04:01]
I just want to do it right like you [00:04:17]
And now I stand here in your house [00:04:27]
Everything's so still [00:04:37]
I wonder if I'll write again [00:04:45]
Or let things be [00:04:59]
Writers are a funny breed[00:05:02]