| Song | Black Buttons |
| Artist | Portastatic |
| Album | Be Still Please |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McCaughan | |
| I watched the dust pile up around you | |
| And your hands became so small | |
| It was clear that year you were waiting | |
| For way more than a call | |
| You asked for smoke, you asked for silence | |
| You rode 'round sofas stuffed with straw | |
| While the sun burned through the curtains | |
| All along that western wall | |
| That scene became a ritual that fall | |
| That same sun became a ghost | |
| And when you see you don't believe | |
| That anyone has any | |
| Warmth left up their sleeve | |
| Even your good blood gets dried up | |
| It gets swept up with the leaves | |
| To reveal some old graffiti we can't read | |
| So put a shine on your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| I never knew what you could do to you | |
| Well honey shine your black shoes | |
| Oh you had some information | |
| That you turned into a hymn | |
| That you sang into the answering | |
| Machines of all your friends | |
| But they never got the message | |
| For their ears are all of tin | |
| We all write letters we never send | |
| Well now the cyprus stands around you | |
| And I hope that you feel safe | |
| It's a painting from an auction | |
| At some wasted old estate | |
| Yeah they're always finding life | |
| They never knew survived this place | |
| And I hope the sunlight clears the branches to your face | |
| 'Cause when the clouds clear | |
| The freezing winds come down that mountain's face | |
| But there are streets we haven't walked | |
| At night you can see this town from space | |
| So put a shine on your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| I never knew what you could do to you | |
| Oh honey shine your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| You never know what you can do for you |
| zuo ci : McCaughan | |
| I watched the dust pile up around you | |
| And your hands became so small | |
| It was clear that year you were waiting | |
| For way more than a call | |
| You asked for smoke, you asked for silence | |
| You rode ' round sofas stuffed with straw | |
| While the sun burned through the curtains | |
| All along that western wall | |
| That scene became a ritual that fall | |
| That same sun became a ghost | |
| And when you see you don' t believe | |
| That anyone has any | |
| Warmth left up their sleeve | |
| Even your good blood gets dried up | |
| It gets swept up with the leaves | |
| To reveal some old graffiti we can' t read | |
| So put a shine on your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| I never knew what you could do to you | |
| Well honey shine your black shoes | |
| Oh you had some information | |
| That you turned into a hymn | |
| That you sang into the answering | |
| Machines of all your friends | |
| But they never got the message | |
| For their ears are all of tin | |
| We all write letters we never send | |
| Well now the cyprus stands around you | |
| And I hope that you feel safe | |
| It' s a painting from an auction | |
| At some wasted old estate | |
| Yeah they' re always finding life | |
| They never knew survived this place | |
| And I hope the sunlight clears the branches to your face | |
| ' Cause when the clouds clear | |
| The freezing winds come down that mountain' s face | |
| But there are streets we haven' t walked | |
| At night you can see this town from space | |
| So put a shine on your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| I never knew what you could do to you | |
| Oh honey shine your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| You never know what you can do for you |
| zuò cí : McCaughan | |
| I watched the dust pile up around you | |
| And your hands became so small | |
| It was clear that year you were waiting | |
| For way more than a call | |
| You asked for smoke, you asked for silence | |
| You rode ' round sofas stuffed with straw | |
| While the sun burned through the curtains | |
| All along that western wall | |
| That scene became a ritual that fall | |
| That same sun became a ghost | |
| And when you see you don' t believe | |
| That anyone has any | |
| Warmth left up their sleeve | |
| Even your good blood gets dried up | |
| It gets swept up with the leaves | |
| To reveal some old graffiti we can' t read | |
| So put a shine on your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| I never knew what you could do to you | |
| Well honey shine your black shoes | |
| Oh you had some information | |
| That you turned into a hymn | |
| That you sang into the answering | |
| Machines of all your friends | |
| But they never got the message | |
| For their ears are all of tin | |
| We all write letters we never send | |
| Well now the cyprus stands around you | |
| And I hope that you feel safe | |
| It' s a painting from an auction | |
| At some wasted old estate | |
| Yeah they' re always finding life | |
| They never knew survived this place | |
| And I hope the sunlight clears the branches to your face | |
| ' Cause when the clouds clear | |
| The freezing winds come down that mountain' s face | |
| But there are streets we haven' t walked | |
| At night you can see this town from space | |
| So put a shine on your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| I never knew what you could do to you | |
| Oh honey shine your black shoes | |
| Push your black buttons through | |
| You never know what you can do for you |