| Song | Where We Live |
| Artist | Palehound |
| Album | Black Friday |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Ellen Kempner |
| [00:00.46] | Where we live |
| [00:02.39] | Beneath the frozen lake |
| [00:03.94] | Our hands reach out to each other |
| [00:05.70] | Like we're telling a story |
| [00:07.51] | A good one |
| [00:08.39] | A funny one |
| [00:09.37] | About the people who have wronged us |
| [00:11.26] | One that we rehearsed earlier |
| [00:12.91] | In the time before this |
| [00:14.36] | While we were still getting ready in the shower or in front of the mirror |
| [00:19.16] | And we look good, we look really good considering everything |
| [00:23.55] | My mom’s hands look elegant and tiny |
| [00:25.61] | My sisters' asses are tight |
| [00:27.49] | And their eyeliner is identical |
| [00:29.60] | And our hair is flowing behind us, still and dark |
| [00:32.78] | And their heels hold onto their toes |
| [00:34.85] | Like a person at the edge of a window |
| [00:36.91] | And my boots are cutting into my ankles |
| [00:38.97] | And we are noiseless and hard |
| [00:41.44] | The hot blueberry casserole before it drops on the ground |
| [00:44.82] | The bad news before it breaks |
| [00:47.07] | The eyelash swimming behind the eyeball that makes us wink |
| [00:50.38] | And down there with us, I guess there's a bottle |
| [00:53.36] | And I guess there’s a red cloud of wine always on the edge of enveloping us |
| [00:57.03] | And up above the men hook worms onto the end of hooks |
| [01:00.74] | And cast their lines into the cold grey |
| [01:03.47] | And whistle as they wait |
| [01:05.46] | And we stay below in the dark |
| [01:08.09] | With our mouths open because we are in the middle of saying something |
| [01:11.50] | Or in the middle of stopping one another |
| [01:13.98] | And I am just about to touch the ice |
| [01:16.46] | I'm just about to make it crack |
| [01:18.72] | I'm just about to get us out of here |
| [01:21.24] | But nothing ever changes |
| [01:23.47] | The ducks don't come back |
| [01:25.37] | The men go home to their fires |
| [01:27.54] | And the woman they chose |
| [01:29.34] | And the sun stays hiding |
| [01:31.36] | The trees hugging the lake stay naked |
| [01:33.62] | And they shake from the wind |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Ellen Kempner |
| [00:00.46] | Where we live |
| [00:02.39] | Beneath the frozen lake |
| [00:03.94] | Our hands reach out to each other |
| [00:05.70] | Like we' re telling a story |
| [00:07.51] | A good one |
| [00:08.39] | A funny one |
| [00:09.37] | About the people who have wronged us |
| [00:11.26] | One that we rehearsed earlier |
| [00:12.91] | In the time before this |
| [00:14.36] | While we were still getting ready in the shower or in front of the mirror |
| [00:19.16] | And we look good, we look really good considering everything |
| [00:23.55] | My mom' s hands look elegant and tiny |
| [00:25.61] | My sisters' asses are tight |
| [00:27.49] | And their eyeliner is identical |
| [00:29.60] | And our hair is flowing behind us, still and dark |
| [00:32.78] | And their heels hold onto their toes |
| [00:34.85] | Like a person at the edge of a window |
| [00:36.91] | And my boots are cutting into my ankles |
| [00:38.97] | And we are noiseless and hard |
| [00:41.44] | The hot blueberry casserole before it drops on the ground |
| [00:44.82] | The bad news before it breaks |
| [00:47.07] | The eyelash swimming behind the eyeball that makes us wink |
| [00:50.38] | And down there with us, I guess there' s a bottle |
| [00:53.36] | And I guess there' s a red cloud of wine always on the edge of enveloping us |
| [00:57.03] | And up above the men hook worms onto the end of hooks |
| [01:00.74] | And cast their lines into the cold grey |
| [01:03.47] | And whistle as they wait |
| [01:05.46] | And we stay below in the dark |
| [01:08.09] | With our mouths open because we are in the middle of saying something |
| [01:11.50] | Or in the middle of stopping one another |
| [01:13.98] | And I am just about to touch the ice |
| [01:16.46] | I' m just about to make it crack |
| [01:18.72] | I' m just about to get us out of here |
| [01:21.24] | But nothing ever changes |
| [01:23.47] | The ducks don' t come back |
| [01:25.37] | The men go home to their fires |
| [01:27.54] | And the woman they chose |
| [01:29.34] | And the sun stays hiding |
| [01:31.36] | The trees hugging the lake stay naked |
| [01:33.62] | And they shake from the wind |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Ellen Kempner |
| [00:00.46] | Where we live |
| [00:02.39] | Beneath the frozen lake |
| [00:03.94] | Our hands reach out to each other |
| [00:05.70] | Like we' re telling a story |
| [00:07.51] | A good one |
| [00:08.39] | A funny one |
| [00:09.37] | About the people who have wronged us |
| [00:11.26] | One that we rehearsed earlier |
| [00:12.91] | In the time before this |
| [00:14.36] | While we were still getting ready in the shower or in front of the mirror |
| [00:19.16] | And we look good, we look really good considering everything |
| [00:23.55] | My mom' s hands look elegant and tiny |
| [00:25.61] | My sisters' asses are tight |
| [00:27.49] | And their eyeliner is identical |
| [00:29.60] | And our hair is flowing behind us, still and dark |
| [00:32.78] | And their heels hold onto their toes |
| [00:34.85] | Like a person at the edge of a window |
| [00:36.91] | And my boots are cutting into my ankles |
| [00:38.97] | And we are noiseless and hard |
| [00:41.44] | The hot blueberry casserole before it drops on the ground |
| [00:44.82] | The bad news before it breaks |
| [00:47.07] | The eyelash swimming behind the eyeball that makes us wink |
| [00:50.38] | And down there with us, I guess there' s a bottle |
| [00:53.36] | And I guess there' s a red cloud of wine always on the edge of enveloping us |
| [00:57.03] | And up above the men hook worms onto the end of hooks |
| [01:00.74] | And cast their lines into the cold grey |
| [01:03.47] | And whistle as they wait |
| [01:05.46] | And we stay below in the dark |
| [01:08.09] | With our mouths open because we are in the middle of saying something |
| [01:11.50] | Or in the middle of stopping one another |
| [01:13.98] | And I am just about to touch the ice |
| [01:16.46] | I' m just about to make it crack |
| [01:18.72] | I' m just about to get us out of here |
| [01:21.24] | But nothing ever changes |
| [01:23.47] | The ducks don' t come back |
| [01:25.37] | The men go home to their fires |
| [01:27.54] | And the woman they chose |
| [01:29.34] | And the sun stays hiding |
| [01:31.36] | The trees hugging the lake stay naked |
| [01:33.62] | And they shake from the wind |