No Closure Lyrics

	作词 : Checes, Johnson, Marin ...
	On the forecourts of French libraries from Reignac to Marseilles
	the rain rattles small cars, clouds drape over backseats
	I am a photograph in your satchel, between a paperback and cigarettes
	I am the dead bird on the gravel, neck snapped from last night's Northwesterly
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	Beside these roads that halt like jetties, beneath circling murders are leafless trees
	Drowning at the knees; some burnt to the fingertips
	And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
	And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	Driving back through the town
	The road map-pinned by Pharmacie signs winking up-road
	The cars slice the afternoon with a guillotine slush
	As it bleeds into a night peppered by stars and planes to Japan
	And the changing of gears jilts the cats from the walls
	The truth lives with you
	The truth lives with you
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure

	zuo ci : Checes, Johnson, Marin ...
	On the forecourts of French libraries from Reignac to Marseilles
	the rain rattles small cars, clouds drape over backseats
	I am a photograph in your satchel, between a paperback and cigarettes
	I am the dead bird on the gravel, neck snapped from last night' s Northwesterly
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	Beside these roads that halt like jetties, beneath circling murders are leafless trees
	Drowning at the knees some burnt to the fingertips
	And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
	And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	Driving back through the town
	The road mappinned by Pharmacie signs winking uproad
	The cars slice the afternoon with a guillotine slush
	As it bleeds into a night peppered by stars and planes to Japan
	And the changing of gears jilts the cats from the walls
	The truth lives with you
	The truth lives with you
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure

	zuò cí : Checes, Johnson, Marin ...
	On the forecourts of French libraries from Reignac to Marseilles
	the rain rattles small cars, clouds drape over backseats
	I am a photograph in your satchel, between a paperback and cigarettes
	I am the dead bird on the gravel, neck snapped from last night' s Northwesterly
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	Beside these roads that halt like jetties, beneath circling murders are leafless trees
	Drowning at the knees some burnt to the fingertips
	And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
	And here my tracks sink, end, return as I walked in and out of you
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	Driving back through the town
	The road mappinned by Pharmacie signs winking uproad
	The cars slice the afternoon with a guillotine slush
	As it bleeds into a night peppered by stars and planes to Japan
	And the changing of gears jilts the cats from the walls
	The truth lives with you
	The truth lives with you
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure
	But no peace, no closure

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