《Envelopes of Yesterday》歌词

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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