[00:00.000] 作曲 : The Clientele
[00:01.090]When you and I were young
[00:03.630]We would press our white faces from the car
[00:09.670]And the rain on the windows
[00:12.150]Would run through the gathering dark
[00:15.230]And the lampposts shone and dogs would run into the dying frame
[00:20.050]Where the park was glowing dimly through the silence of the lanes
[00:25.230]And the radiator's hum rose above the falling leaves
[00:29.780]Where, so fragile and so young, you had drifted into sleep
[00:35.520]
[00:52.320]I've been for a walk
[00:54.870]And every face I see seems to be mine
[01:09.810]Nighttime comes, the birds have flown
[01:13.638]A fever glows in every line
[01:22.920]
[01:46.180]I love this season, this weary night
[01:50.120]The flint, the dreams, the silent pines
[01:54.540]The eeriness is in the feeling
[01:58.890]That I have finished everything
[02:04.129]
[02:21.030]And a child from the school
[02:23.299]Was running back to her car
[02:30.169]And her white face cried
[02:32.789]She was deaf and afraid of the dark
[02:35.959]And the whispering house grew still as we stared into the night
[02:40.769]In the garden and the lamps and the window's fading light
[02:45.160]And though Christmas was the same, we had seen another year
[02:49.789]Turning softly through the flames
[02:52.959]