I Am Disappeared Lyrics

Song	I Am Disappeared
Artist	Frank Turner
Album	England Keep My Bones
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	作曲 : Turner
	作词 : Turner
	I keep having dreams
	Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
	Of people wrapped up tight in the things that'll kill them
	Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
	Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
	I keep having dreams
	Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
	I went back to her house and I slept beside her
	She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
	Terrified of her own insides
	Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
	Breaking through a life over rehearsed
	She can't remember which came first
	The house the home or the terrible thirst
	She keeps having dreams
	And on the worst days
	When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
	She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
	So she can always run
	She can get up, shower in half an hour
	She'd be gone
	I keep having dreams of things I need to do
	Of waking up and not following through
	It feels like I haven't slept at all
	When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
	Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
	An antique compass for a sailor's escape
	She says you just can't live this way
	I close my eyes and I never say
	I'm still having dreams
	And on the worst days
	When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
	I sleep with my passport
	One eye on the back door
	So I can always run
	I can get up, shower and in half an hour
	I'd be gone
	And come morning
	I am disappeared
	Just an imprint
	On the bed sheets
	And by the roadside
	With my thumb out
	A car pulls up
	And Bob's driving
	So I climb in
	We don't say a word
	As we pull off
	Into the sunrise
	And these rivers
	Of tarmac
	Are like arteries
	'Cross the country
	We are blood cells
	Alive in
	The blood stream
	And beating heart of the country
	We are electric
	Pulses
	In pathways
	Of the sleeping soul of the country
	We are electric
	Pulses
	In the pathway
	Of the sleeping soul of the country
	(We are electric)

	zuo qu : Turner
	zuo ci : Turner
	I keep having dreams
	Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
	Of people wrapped up tight in the things that' ll kill them
	Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
	Of open seas and ways of life we' ve forgotten
	I keep having dreams
	Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
	I went back to her house and I slept beside her
	She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
	Terrified of her own insides
	Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
	Breaking through a life over rehearsed
	She can' t remember which came first
	The house the home or the terrible thirst
	She keeps having dreams
	And on the worst days
	When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
	She' s got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
	So she can always run
	She can get up, shower in half an hour
	She' d be gone
	I keep having dreams of things I need to do
	Of waking up and not following through
	It feels like I haven' t slept at all
	When I wake to a silence and she' s facing the wall
	Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
	An antique compass for a sailor' s escape
	She says you just can' t live this way
	I close my eyes and I never say
	I' m still having dreams
	And on the worst days
	When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
	I sleep with my passport
	One eye on the back door
	So I can always run
	I can get up, shower and in half an hour
	I' d be gone
	And come morning
	I am disappeared
	Just an imprint
	On the bed sheets
	And by the roadside
	With my thumb out
	A car pulls up
	And Bob' s driving
	So I climb in
	We don' t say a word
	As we pull off
	Into the sunrise
	And these rivers
	Of tarmac
	Are like arteries
	' Cross the country
	We are blood cells
	Alive in
	The blood stream
	And beating heart of the country
	We are electric
	Pulses
	In pathways
	Of the sleeping soul of the country
	We are electric
	Pulses
	In the pathway
	Of the sleeping soul of the country
	We are electric

	zuò qǔ : Turner
	zuò cí : Turner
	I keep having dreams
	Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
	Of people wrapped up tight in the things that' ll kill them
	Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
	Of open seas and ways of life we' ve forgotten
	I keep having dreams
	Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
	I went back to her house and I slept beside her
	She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
	Terrified of her own insides
	Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
	Breaking through a life over rehearsed
	She can' t remember which came first
	The house the home or the terrible thirst
	She keeps having dreams
	And on the worst days
	When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
	She' s got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
	So she can always run
	She can get up, shower in half an hour
	She' d be gone
	I keep having dreams of things I need to do
	Of waking up and not following through
	It feels like I haven' t slept at all
	When I wake to a silence and she' s facing the wall
	Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
	An antique compass for a sailor' s escape
	She says you just can' t live this way
	I close my eyes and I never say
	I' m still having dreams
	And on the worst days
	When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
	I sleep with my passport
	One eye on the back door
	So I can always run
	I can get up, shower and in half an hour
	I' d be gone
	And come morning
	I am disappeared
	Just an imprint
	On the bed sheets
	And by the roadside
	With my thumb out
	A car pulls up
	And Bob' s driving
	So I climb in
	We don' t say a word
	As we pull off
	Into the sunrise
	And these rivers
	Of tarmac
	Are like arteries
	' Cross the country
	We are blood cells
	Alive in
	The blood stream
	And beating heart of the country
	We are electric
	Pulses
	In pathways
	Of the sleeping soul of the country
	We are electric
	Pulses
	In the pathway
	Of the sleeping soul of the country
	We are electric

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