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  • 作词:Wilco
    作曲:Wilco
    I remember my mother's
    Sister's husband's brother
    Working in the goldmine full-time
    Filling in for sunshine
    Filing into tight lines
    Of ordinary beehives
    The door screams I hate you
    Hate you hanging around my blue jeans
    Why is there no breeze
    No currency of leaves
    No current through the water wire
    No feelings I can see
    I trust no emotion
    I believe in locomotion
    But I've turned to rust as we've discussed
    Though I must have let you down
    Too many times
    In the dirt and the dust
    I have no idea how this happens
    All of my maps have been overthrown
    Happenstance has changed my plans
    So many times my heart has been outgrown
    Now everybody's feeling all alone
    Can't tell you who I am
    When everybody's feeling all alone
    Can't tell you who I am
    I am looking forward
    Toward the shadows tracing bones
    Our faces stitched and sewing
    Our houses hemmed into homes
    Trying to be thankful
    Our stories fit into phones
    And our voices lift so easily
    A gift given accidentally
    When we're not sure
    We're not alone
  • 作词:Wilco
    作曲:Wilco
    I remember my mother's
    Sister's husband's brother
    Working in the goldmine full-time
    Filling in for sunshine
    Filing into tight lines
    Of ordinary beehives
    The door screams I hate you
    Hate you hanging around my blue jeans
    Why is there no breeze
    No currency of leaves
    No current through the water wire
    No feelings I can see
    I trust no emotion
    I believe in locomotion
    But I've turned to rust as we've discussed
    Though I must have let you down
    Too many times
    In the dirt and the dust
    I have no idea how this happens
    All of my maps have been overthrown
    Happenstance has changed my plans
    So many times my heart has been outgrown
    Now everybody's feeling all alone
    Can't tell you who I am
    When everybody's feeling all alone
    Can't tell you who I am
    I am looking forward
    Toward the shadows tracing bones
    Our faces stitched and sewing
    Our houses hemmed into homes
    Trying to be thankful
    Our stories fit into phones
    And our voices lift so easily
    A gift given accidentally
    When we're not sure
    We're not alone