| Song | The Diving Bell |
| Artist | Joe Henry |
| Album | Short Man's Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Henry | |
| Can you tell | |
| Is that dog tied? | |
| Are your hands that cold now | |
| Or is it mine? | |
| Time ago, it was on Meeting Street, | |
| You pulled me close to you; | |
| Now you ask “which way row here?” | |
| Like it was mine to choose. | |
| Cover me in the dining bell | |
| Where the pool is standing still, | |
| You told me once, I learned it well — | |
| There is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. | |
| It frightens me | |
| It could be so long ago | |
| We first kicked rocks from here | |
| Into the river below; | |
| I guess I thought that nothing ought to move | |
| Beneath my feet, | |
| I guess I thought that all I gave to you | |
| Was somehow mine to keep. | |
| Lower me in the diving bell | |
| And let me breathe what will remain, | |
| And I’ll return your handsome shells | |
| Though there is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. | |
| The Aaron’s place is empty and falling down | |
| I remember the night the roof caught fire | |
| And you could see it from town; | |
| We say goodbye on Meeting Street | |
| Walking out together, | |
| Knowing nothing could be any different | |
| But maybe nothing could be better. | |
| Raise me in the diving bell | |
| And drag it up the muddy hill, | |
| Let it ring and finally tell — | |
| There is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. |
| zuo ci : Henry | |
| Can you tell | |
| Is that dog tied? | |
| Are your hands that cold now | |
| Or is it mine? | |
| Time ago, it was on Meeting Street, | |
| You pulled me close to you | |
| Now you ask " which way row here?" | |
| Like it was mine to choose. | |
| Cover me in the dining bell | |
| Where the pool is standing still, | |
| You told me once, I learned it well | |
| There is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. | |
| It frightens me | |
| It could be so long ago | |
| We first kicked rocks from here | |
| Into the river below | |
| I guess I thought that nothing ought to move | |
| Beneath my feet, | |
| I guess I thought that all I gave to you | |
| Was somehow mine to keep. | |
| Lower me in the diving bell | |
| And let me breathe what will remain, | |
| And I' ll return your handsome shells | |
| Though there is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. | |
| The Aaron' s place is empty and falling down | |
| I remember the night the roof caught fire | |
| And you could see it from town | |
| We say goodbye on Meeting Street | |
| Walking out together, | |
| Knowing nothing could be any different | |
| But maybe nothing could be better. | |
| Raise me in the diving bell | |
| And drag it up the muddy hill, | |
| Let it ring and finally tell | |
| There is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. |
| zuò cí : Henry | |
| Can you tell | |
| Is that dog tied? | |
| Are your hands that cold now | |
| Or is it mine? | |
| Time ago, it was on Meeting Street, | |
| You pulled me close to you | |
| Now you ask " which way row here?" | |
| Like it was mine to choose. | |
| Cover me in the dining bell | |
| Where the pool is standing still, | |
| You told me once, I learned it well | |
| There is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. | |
| It frightens me | |
| It could be so long ago | |
| We first kicked rocks from here | |
| Into the river below | |
| I guess I thought that nothing ought to move | |
| Beneath my feet, | |
| I guess I thought that all I gave to you | |
| Was somehow mine to keep. | |
| Lower me in the diving bell | |
| And let me breathe what will remain, | |
| And I' ll return your handsome shells | |
| Though there is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. | |
| The Aaron' s place is empty and falling down | |
| I remember the night the roof caught fire | |
| And you could see it from town | |
| We say goodbye on Meeting Street | |
| Walking out together, | |
| Knowing nothing could be any different | |
| But maybe nothing could be better. | |
| Raise me in the diving bell | |
| And drag it up the muddy hill, | |
| Let it ring and finally tell | |
| There is nothing here for me, | |
| Nothing here for me. |