Between Days

	作词 : Kozelek
	Hanging low a big embrace of
	Aztec moon
	And throwing down a glow on this flourescent tune
	And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed
	Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read
	Void of movement void of feeling
	Void of life
	Shadows crackles
	Spanish church in the night
	Don't feel sour in the far window there
	Don't be bothered by the words in your head
	When the sun goes down
	And just a night
	This will be bring up pretty
	Some old fire (???)
	Makes what's dead come alive
	For the long and lonely ride
	Ancient highway
	Desert dust diamond lit sky
	Like some lost planet
	Never breathes any life
	And barely moving
	Broken ears bend and crawl
	Talk to where you're stuck in
	I won't cease until dawn
	Wake me up when you can hear
	The sound of people getting near
	Where what's dead becomes alive
	And there's a long and lonely ride
	Who can know there's so much life around us thins
	Life from heaven smiles down on this room
	Some parade of colours
	Marching on music trails
	Morning slips to evening
	Falls through holes in between days
	And you can loose another year
	Where are the pictures perfect teen?
	And where what's dead come alive
	And where you are comes alive

	zuò cí : Kozelek
	Hanging low a big embrace of
	Aztec moon
	And throwing down a glow on this flourescent tune
	And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed
	Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read
	Void of movement void of feeling
	Void of life
	Shadows crackles
	Spanish church in the night
	Don' t feel sour in the far window there
	Don' t be bothered by the words in your head
	When the sun goes down
	And just a night
	This will be bring up pretty
	Some old fire ???
	Makes what' s dead come alive
	For the long and lonely ride
	Ancient highway
	Desert dust diamond lit sky
	Like some lost planet
	Never breathes any life
	And barely moving
	Broken ears bend and crawl
	Talk to where you' re stuck in
	I won' t cease until dawn
	Wake me up when you can hear
	The sound of people getting near
	Where what' s dead becomes alive
	And there' s a long and lonely ride
	Who can know there' s so much life around us thins
	Life from heaven smiles down on this room
	Some parade of colours
	Marching on music trails
	Morning slips to evening
	Falls through holes in between days
	And you can loose another year
	Where are the pictures perfect teen?
	And where what' s dead come alive
	And where you are comes alive