| Song | You Are My Face |
| Artist | Wilco |
| Album | Sky Blue Sky |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Cline, Tweedy |
| [00:00.98] | 02.You Are My Face |
| [00:03.84] | . |
| [00:24.14] | I remember my mother's |
| [00:27.27] | Sister's husband's brother |
| [00:30.27] | Working in the goldmine full-time |
| [00:33.46] | Filling in for sunshine |
| [00:36.21] | Filing into tight lines |
| [00:39.14] | Of ordinary beehives |
| [00:41.89] | The door screams I hate you |
| [00:44.52] | Hate you hanging around my blue jeans |
| [00:48.02] | Why is there no breeze |
| [00:50.83] | No currency of leaves |
| [00:53.77] | No current through the water wire |
| [00:56.77] | No feelings I can see |
| [00:59.58] | I trust no emotion |
| [01:02.21] | I believe in locomotion |
| [01:05.77] | But I've turned to rust as we've discussed |
| [01:08.58] | Though I must have let you down |
| [01:10.39] | Too many times |
| [01:11.58] | In the dirt and the dust |
| [01:13.96] | . |
| [01:58.28] | I have no idea how this happens |
| [02:02.96] | All of my maps have been overthrown |
| [02:10.84] | Happenstance has changed my plans |
| [02:14.90] | So many times my heart has been outgrown |
| [02:21.78] | Now everybody's feeling all alone |
| [02:27.52] | Can't tell you who I am |
| [02:29.77] | . |
| [02:33.71] | When everybody's feeling all alone |
| [02:38.71] | Can't tell you who I am |
| [02:41.52] | . |
| [03:17.63] | I am looking forward |
| [03:19.88] | Toward the shadows tracing bones |
| [03:23.13] | Our faces stitched and sewing |
| [03:25.95] | Our houses hemmed into homes |
| [03:29.38] | Trying to be thankful |
| [03:32.32] | Our stories fit into phones |
| [03:34.57] | . |
| [03:35.38] | And our voices lift so easily |
| [03:38.07] | A gift given accidentally |
| [03:41.20] | When we're not sure |
| [03:42.69] | We're not alone |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Cline, Tweedy |
| [00:00.98] | 02. You Are My Face |
| [00:03.84] | . |
| [00:24.14] | I remember my mother' s |
| [00:27.27] | Sister' s husband' s brother |
| [00:30.27] | Working in the goldmine fulltime |
| [00:33.46] | Filling in for sunshine |
| [00:36.21] | Filing into tight lines |
| [00:39.14] | Of ordinary beehives |
| [00:41.89] | The door screams I hate you |
| [00:44.52] | Hate you hanging around my blue jeans |
| [00:48.02] | Why is there no breeze |
| [00:50.83] | No currency of leaves |
| [00:53.77] | No current through the water wire |
| [00:56.77] | No feelings I can see |
| [00:59.58] | I trust no emotion |
| [01:02.21] | I believe in locomotion |
| [01:05.77] | But I' ve turned to rust as we' ve discussed |
| [01:08.58] | Though I must have let you down |
| [01:10.39] | Too many times |
| [01:11.58] | In the dirt and the dust |
| [01:13.96] | . |
| [01:58.28] | I have no idea how this happens |
| [02:02.96] | All of my maps have been overthrown |
| [02:10.84] | Happenstance has changed my plans |
| [02:14.90] | So many times my heart has been outgrown |
| [02:21.78] | Now everybody' s feeling all alone |
| [02:27.52] | Can' t tell you who I am |
| [02:29.77] | . |
| [02:33.71] | When everybody' s feeling all alone |
| [02:38.71] | Can' t tell you who I am |
| [02:41.52] | . |
| [03:17.63] | I am looking forward |
| [03:19.88] | Toward the shadows tracing bones |
| [03:23.13] | Our faces stitched and sewing |
| [03:25.95] | Our houses hemmed into homes |
| [03:29.38] | Trying to be thankful |
| [03:32.32] | Our stories fit into phones |
| [03:34.57] | . |
| [03:35.38] | And our voices lift so easily |
| [03:38.07] | A gift given accidentally |
| [03:41.20] | When we' re not sure |
| [03:42.69] | We' re not alone |