作曲 : Dekker Watching the night animals bellying close to the ground I was walking in the dark It was following some feral scent Like I was crossing the road Like I was Following those streets to their destinations And the animals of the world And the animals of the world Find theirs And when the wind stops We all stop and we are silent And in the end we all will bend We will break away From the ox head We are moths around a porch light We're covered in jars Or pinned to the wall Dried out and displayed Tired out and dismayed From riding on the winds Biding the tides Riding the winds Or biding the tides Flying with the sun Or perched in a row I was at a window sill They were unaware like I was A moment there and then gone Like I was Looking for a place to rest And the animals of the world And the animals of the world Find theirs And when the wind stops We all stop and we are silent And in the end We all will bend We will break away From the ox head We are moths around a porch light We're covered in jars Or pinned to the wall Dried out and displayed Tired out and dismayed From riding on the wheels Biding the streets Riding the wheels Or biding the streets
作曲 : Dekker Watching the night animals bellying close to the ground I was walking in the dark It was following some feral scent Like I was crossing the road Like I was Following those streets to their destinations And the animals of the world And the animals of the world Find theirs And when the wind stops We all stop and we are silent And in the end we all will bend We will break away From the ox head We are moths around a porch light We're covered in jars Or pinned to the wall Dried out and displayed Tired out and dismayed From riding on the winds Biding the tides Riding the winds Or biding the tides Flying with the sun Or perched in a row I was at a window sill They were unaware like I was A moment there and then gone Like I was Looking for a place to rest And the animals of the world And the animals of the world Find theirs And when the wind stops We all stop and we are silent And in the end We all will bend We will break away From the ox head We are moths around a porch light We're covered in jars Or pinned to the wall Dried out and displayed Tired out and dismayed From riding on the wheels Biding the streets Riding the wheels Or biding the streets
