《Melting Grid》歌词

[00:00:37] paper that's quick to burn, and the cinnamon peeler

[00:00:50] beetles crushed that dye the carmine, well

[00:00:56] i exist to be dreaming still

[00:01:02] kansas, arkansas

[00:01:08] my fields they're always rich and in fire

[00:01:14] long work labor not worth our minds

[00:01:20] and i long forgotten the feeling of silence

[00:01:27] and if the roses need not tending

[00:01:34] until, until noon i'd sleep

[00:01:41] never could i have gone on that way

[00:01:47] because money's not the thing that's ever given me sight

[00:02:00] colorado, wyoming, helena into the evergreen

[00:02:12] and the wilds washed all thought of endeavor that was left in me

[00:02:25] and would you ask my permission

[00:02:32] the next time you absorb me?

[00:02:39] preserve my memory of the mystic west

[00:02:46] as i lay no claim to the devotion i felt

[00:02:58] our conversation, it banks in me

[00:03:04] and i had almost forgotten the nature of dawn

[00:03:10] i thought of it for days after

[00:03:17] even months after the moments were gone

[00:03:23] but i'd get so lonely inside that room

[00:03:30] no matter who would ever wait for me

[00:03:37] i get so lonely inside that room

[00:03:44] no matter who would ever wait for me