歌词
作词 : Mark Kozelek
作曲 : Mark Kozelek
Some escape some door to open
This path seems the blackest but I
Guess it＇s the soonest
But there in the clearing I
Know you＇ll be wearing your
Young aching smile
And waving your hand
Can＇t go with my heart when I
Can＇t feel what＇s in it I
Thought you＇d come over.
But for some reason you didn't
Glass on the pavement under my shoe
Without you is all my life amounts to
A final sleep no
Words from my cutting
Mouth to your ear or
Taut wicked pinches.
From my fingers to your bitter face
That I can＇t heal
I know tomorrow
You will be
Somewhere in London
Living with someone
You＇ve got some kind of family
There to turn to
And that＇s more than I could ever give you.
A chance for calm
A hope for freedom.
Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
By the forest of our spring stay
Where you walked away
And left a bleeding part of me
Empty and bothered
Watching the water
Quiet in the corner
Numb and falling through
Without you what does my life amount to ?