| Song | Ruby Falls |
| Artist | Waxahatchee |
| Album | Saint Cloud |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:00.000] | I take flight on borrowed time |
| [00:04.000] | I was once terrified of heights |
| [00:07.500] | I say a prayer, I look down and I'm ready to die |
| [00:15.700] | If you cross over tonight |
| [00:19.000] | You see beyond the darkest sky |
| [00:22.800] | You taste the blood as something wild and alive |
| [00:30.000] | You might light up in a flash |
| [00:33.000] | You won't hold onto a flame |
| [00:37.400] | It's a squalid way to live but it's the rules of the game |
| [00:45.000] | It ain't your fault |
| [00:48.300] | It's just a shame |
| [00:54.150] | To fall without aim |
| [01:11.900] | I walk down east seventh street |
| [01:15.400] | A wistful, wild depravity |
| [01:18.800] | Iconoclastic, black and white, dusty and sweet |
| [01:26.800] | I tell this story every time |
| [01:30.200] | Real love don't follow a straight line |
| [01:34.000] | It breaks your neck, it builds you a delicate shrine |
| [01:41.150] | You might mourn all that you wasted |
| [01:45.000] | That's just part of the haul |
| [01:48.900] | Tangling up all your good fortune, bearing the heart of the fall |
| [01:56.000] | You won't break it after all |
| [02:07.200] | Look at us, man and bride |
| [02:10.800] | And a grinding sound |
| [02:14.750] | Faithful to a life underground |
| [02:22.150] | When the picture fades the years will make us calm |
| [02:29.350] | I'll sing a song at your funeral |
| [02:37.100] | Laid in the Mississippi gulf |
| [02:44.400] | Back home at Waxahatchee creek |
| [02:52.000] | You know you got a friend in me |
| [02:59.500] | I'm an angler married to the sea |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:00.000] | I take flight on borrowed time |
| [00:04.000] | I was once terrified of heights |
| [00:07.500] | I say a prayer, I look down and I' m ready to die |
| [00:15.700] | If you cross over tonight |
| [00:19.000] | You see beyond the darkest sky |
| [00:22.800] | You taste the blood as something wild and alive |
| [00:30.000] | You might light up in a flash |
| [00:33.000] | You won' t hold onto a flame |
| [00:37.400] | It' s a squalid way to live but it' s the rules of the game |
| [00:45.000] | It ain' t your fault |
| [00:48.300] | It' s just a shame |
| [00:54.150] | To fall without aim |
| [01:11.900] | I walk down east seventh street |
| [01:15.400] | A wistful, wild depravity |
| [01:18.800] | Iconoclastic, black and white, dusty and sweet |
| [01:26.800] | I tell this story every time |
| [01:30.200] | Real love don' t follow a straight line |
| [01:34.000] | It breaks your neck, it builds you a delicate shrine |
| [01:41.150] | You might mourn all that you wasted |
| [01:45.000] | That' s just part of the haul |
| [01:48.900] | Tangling up all your good fortune, bearing the heart of the fall |
| [01:56.000] | You won' t break it after all |
| [02:07.200] | Look at us, man and bride |
| [02:10.800] | And a grinding sound |
| [02:14.750] | Faithful to a life underground |
| [02:22.150] | When the picture fades the years will make us calm |
| [02:29.350] | I' ll sing a song at your funeral |
| [02:37.100] | Laid in the Mississippi gulf |
| [02:44.400] | Back home at Waxahatchee creek |
| [02:52.000] | You know you got a friend in me |
| [02:59.500] | I' m an angler married to the sea |