Suit On A Frame Lyrics

	作曲 : Henry
	There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds
	Stitched all together by a murmur of words
	That hang like a moon in the thread of the air
	And speak with the sound of my every prayer
	There's a light at the end of the evenings that bring
	A fire that only such hour can sing
	It slips off the tongue in the trees going bare
	That lean in to hear your every prayer
	The past is a dark foreign country that calls
	That you whisper regret into the cracks of its walls
	That rise at the border of love and despair
	And fall when they've heard our every prayer
	An old woman stands up in a boat with a fan
	Signals the shore with a wave of her hand
	To a town disappeared and a boy unaware
	That he wades into reeds with her every prayer
	Now there's a cut on my cheek that
	I can't leave alone
	I reach it to find just how close to the bone
	Does my skin and my blood allow me to dare
	To live in the word of my every prayer?
	My every prayer

	zuo qu : Henry
	There' s a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds
	Stitched all together by a murmur of words
	That hang like a moon in the thread of the air
	And speak with the sound of my every prayer
	There' s a light at the end of the evenings that bring
	A fire that only such hour can sing
	It slips off the tongue in the trees going bare
	That lean in to hear your every prayer
	The past is a dark foreign country that calls
	That you whisper regret into the cracks of its walls
	That rise at the border of love and despair
	And fall when they' ve heard our every prayer
	An old woman stands up in a boat with a fan
	Signals the shore with a wave of her hand
	To a town disappeared and a boy unaware
	That he wades into reeds with her every prayer
	Now there' s a cut on my cheek that
	I can' t leave alone
	I reach it to find just how close to the bone
	Does my skin and my blood allow me to dare
	To live in the word of my every prayer?
	My every prayer

	zuò qǔ : Henry
	There' s a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds
	Stitched all together by a murmur of words
	That hang like a moon in the thread of the air
	And speak with the sound of my every prayer
	There' s a light at the end of the evenings that bring
	A fire that only such hour can sing
	It slips off the tongue in the trees going bare
	That lean in to hear your every prayer
	The past is a dark foreign country that calls
	That you whisper regret into the cracks of its walls
	That rise at the border of love and despair
	And fall when they' ve heard our every prayer
	An old woman stands up in a boat with a fan
	Signals the shore with a wave of her hand
	To a town disappeared and a boy unaware
	That he wades into reeds with her every prayer
	Now there' s a cut on my cheek that
	I can' t leave alone
	I reach it to find just how close to the bone
	Does my skin and my blood allow me to dare
	To live in the word of my every prayer?
	My every prayer

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