Passing Afternoon - Album

  • 專輯:Our Endless Numbered Days
  • 發行:2013-07-17
  • 演唱:Iron & Wine (鐵與酒)
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作詞:BEAM, SAMUEL ERVIN 作曲:BEAM, SAMUEL ERVIN

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone


      • 專輯:Our Endless Numbered Days
      • 發行:2013-07-17
      • 演唱:Iron & Wine (鐵與酒)
      字型
      作詞:BEAM, SAMUEL ERVIN 作曲:BEAM, SAMUEL ERVIN

      There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
      Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
      And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
      Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
      There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
      Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
      And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
      Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
      There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
      Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
      And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
      Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
      There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
      Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
      But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
      Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
      There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
      Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
      But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
      A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

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