《Sour Milk Motheaten Silk》歌詞:byEd Harcourt mp3歌詞



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Sour milk, motheaten silk

And broken bread and bitter wine

Trim my tears with garden shears

Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind

I’m a song that can’t be sung

A method the cannot be taught

I’m a ladder without a rung

An auctioneer that can’t be bought

Like a politician’s smile

It’s your heart, I will pick up

And the halo slipping slowly from my head

Sour milk, motheaten silk

Dandelions and murderous heat

There’s a god in every demon

Sugarcane and rotten teeth

I’m the writer’s faithful block

The air that makes your chest feel tight

I’m the hand that fits the saga

Pump it full of dynamite

Like a politician’s smile

It’s your heart I will pick up

And the halo slipping slowly from my head

Lost in the ether lost at sea

Believe in me we’re still descending

No where to go, nowhere to breathe

Oh, won’t your dreams stop pretending now

Sour milk, motheaten silk

And broken bread and bitter wine

Trim my tears with garden shears

Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind

I’m a song that can’t be sung

A method the cannot be taught

I’m a ladder without a rung

An auctioneer that can’t be bought

Like a politician’s smile

It’s your heart I will pick up

And the halo slipping slowly from my head

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