| Song | Caffeine Rivers |
| Artist | Hailaker |
| Artist | Lowswimmer |
| Artist | Jemima Coulter |
| Album | Holding |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Jemima Coulter/Edward Jamie Tullet |
| [00:00.90] | 作曲 : Jemima Coulter/Edward Jamie Tullet |
| [00:01.80] | I could barely stand to hold my head up, |
| [00:03.39] | thinking I’d be better off the grid, |
| [00:10.20] | cus I could only handle my own heaven, |
| [00:15.00] | yours was on another plane to his. |
| [00:15.90] | Cherubim and seraphim and lyres, |
| [00:32.10] | old Berlin and synonyms for tired. |
| [00:35.67] | Sinking in the car, I’d kick my floor in, |
| [00:40.83] | given all the stars it might be bliss, |
| [00:44.43] | the pulp from the memoir you left this morning |
| [00:48.96] | framed me in an orange, golden tint, |
| [00:53.34] | and if only I had bought the tape recorder, |
| [00:58.83] | just to hear you say those words again, |
| [01:03.99] | the way you just surrendered made it all the |
| [01:06.33] | sweeter, |
| [01:06.81] | I was yours, |
| [01:07.38] | I melted then. |
| [01:09.54] | You dropped it in and left it on the side, |
| [01:19.80] | the bathing water’s half of chapter nine. |
| [02:04.14] | Sistine blisters, |
| [02:05.91] | I was cricking my neck out trying to see our drawings of choirs get born. |
| [02:19.11] | Sixteen, shivers, |
| [02:23.13] | I remember my legs shaking in my head while you were making your bed up next door. |
| [02:36.30] | Caffeine rivers, |
| [02:36.87] | your letters, they read themselves in my head, I left them all on your doorstep that fall. |
| [02:53.25] | Fifty winters, |
| [02:56.88] | my sweater was red, you were growing your hair out, said you were fed up with it short, |
| [03:08.85] | but we’re on to something now. |
| [03:09.90] | Bliss redelivered, |
| [03:10.32] | I thought we had said not to pull at that thread when you |
| [03:18.78] | kissed me |
| [03:18.96] | my skin shed, |
| [03:54.12] | I had figured instead we’d begin to accept that it wouldn’t get better anymore. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Jemima Coulter Edward Jamie Tullet |
| [00:00.90] | zuò qǔ : Jemima Coulter Edward Jamie Tullet |
| [00:01.80] | I could barely stand to hold my head up, |
| [00:03.39] | thinking I' d be better off the grid, |
| [00:10.20] | cus I could only handle my own heaven, |
| [00:15.00] | yours was on another plane to his. |
| [00:15.90] | Cherubim and seraphim and lyres, |
| [00:32.10] | old Berlin and synonyms for tired. |
| [00:35.67] | Sinking in the car, I' d kick my floor in, |
| [00:40.83] | given all the stars it might be bliss, |
| [00:44.43] | the pulp from the memoir you left this morning |
| [00:48.96] | framed me in an orange, golden tint, |
| [00:53.34] | and if only I had bought the tape recorder, |
| [00:58.83] | just to hear you say those words again, |
| [01:03.99] | the way you just surrendered made it all the |
| [01:06.33] | sweeter, |
| [01:06.81] | I was yours, |
| [01:07.38] | I melted then. |
| [01:09.54] | You dropped it in and left it on the side, |
| [01:19.80] | the bathing water' s half of chapter nine. |
| [02:04.14] | Sistine blisters, |
| [02:05.91] | I was cricking my neck out trying to see our drawings of choirs get born. |
| [02:19.11] | Sixteen, shivers, |
| [02:23.13] | I remember my legs shaking in my head while you were making your bed up next door. |
| [02:36.30] | Caffeine rivers, |
| [02:36.87] | your letters, they read themselves in my head, I left them all on your doorstep that fall. |
| [02:53.25] | Fifty winters, |
| [02:56.88] | my sweater was red, you were growing your hair out, said you were fed up with it short, |
| [03:08.85] | but we' re on to something now. |
| [03:09.90] | Bliss redelivered, |
| [03:10.32] | I thought we had said not to pull at that thread when you |
| [03:18.78] | kissed me |
| [03:18.96] | my skin shed, |
| [03:54.12] | I had figured instead we' d begin to accept that it wouldn' t get better anymore. |