Folds

	作词 : Tim Crabtree
	作曲 : Tim Crabtree
	Climb up this fleshy frame
	Hands and feet are fixed, stretching up above me
	This man-made, shoulder-wide ladder's broken sides
	The wind rose, I lost my step
	Cushioning my back, the sands that came to greet me
	The fallen: ranked and filed away with all the wherewithal
	And when you touch the sun
	Remember what it's for
	The heat pulling sweat from your pores
	You'll see it in their eyes and shoulders
	Cushioning your lives, enfold us
	Cos even if you pushed it forwards we've got it wrong
	Still winds, a shineless night
	Weightless in the folds of winds and silent feathers
	But still we'll push overland
	As breathless as the day we came
	And when you touch the sun
	Remember what it's for
	The heat pulling sweat from your pores
	You'll see it in their eyes and shoulders
	Cushioning your lives, enfold us
	Cos even if you pushed it forwards we've got it wrong

	zuò cí : Tim Crabtree
	zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree
	Climb up this fleshy frame
	Hands and feet are fixed, stretching up above me
	This manmade, shoulderwide ladder' s broken sides
	The wind rose, I lost my step
	Cushioning my back, the sands that came to greet me
	The fallen: ranked and filed away with all the wherewithal
	And when you touch the sun
	Remember what it' s for
	The heat pulling sweat from your pores
	You' ll see it in their eyes and shoulders
	Cushioning your lives, enfold us
	Cos even if you pushed it forwards we' ve got it wrong
	Still winds, a shineless night
	Weightless in the folds of winds and silent feathers
	But still we' ll push overland
	As breathless as the day we came
	And when you touch the sun
	Remember what it' s for
	The heat pulling sweat from your pores
	You' ll see it in their eyes and shoulders
	Cushioning your lives, enfold us
	Cos even if you pushed it forwards we' ve got it wrong