作曲 : Anthony Dekker 制作人 : Anthony Dekker/Chris Stringer It passes my eyes and stuns my senses The outside world flows through these fences They let out more than they take in They bleed me out and I can't staunch them My mouth lets out more than it takes in It leads me out and I can't help it It is nothing but a muscle flexed A swirling sea of now and next
And the world was upside down, inside out This whole time Going the wrong way north was inverted The directions, the plan, got me turned around I was on the right path, but couldn't feel the ground
And so started the test, retracing all the steps When was the first strike, which dances were learned In an ever-changing suit retailored with patches Or a life blind and careless, popping stitches Un-being, un-happening, becoming untangled Dulling the edges and scaling transitions Faith is a pattern composed by the wind All movement, one movement, it reaches everything
And the real work is to be it it, believe it With each new set of eyes and the visions they provide Be the taste, the warmth, the measure and the glow By embracing it all, and then letting it all go The real work is never done, and has no clear beginning And shows no result, no losing, no winning
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Anthony Dekker [00:01.000] 制作人 : Anthony Dekker/Chris Stringer [00:25.10]It passes my eyes and stuns my senses [00:30.67]The outside world flows through these fences [00:35.73]They let out more than they take in [00:40.61]They bleed me out and I can't staunch them [00:46.53]My mouth lets out more than it takes in [00:51.47]It leads me out and I can't help it [00:57.50]It is nothing but a muscle flexed [01:01.92]A swirling sea of now and next [01:07.27] [01:29.60]And the world was upside down, inside out [01:33.13]This whole time [01:35.19]Going the wrong way north was inverted [01:40.71]The directions, the plan, got me turned around [01:45.58]I was on the right path, but couldn't feel the ground [01:53.25] [02:20.54]And so started the test, retracing all the steps [02:26.25]When was the first strike, which dances were learned [02:30.91]In an ever-changing suit retailored with patches [02:36.59]Or a life blind and careless, popping stitches [02:41.87]Un-being, un-happening, becoming untangled [02:47.40]Dulling the edges and scaling transitions [02:52.91]Faith is a pattern composed by the wind [02:57.72]All movement, one movement, it reaches everything [03:03.41] [03:14.76]And the real work is to be it it, believe it [03:19.42]With each new set of eyes and the visions they provide [03:25.81]Be the taste, the warmth, the measure and the glow [03:31.01]By embracing it all, and then letting it all go [03:36.59]The real work is never done, and has no clear beginning [03:41.59]And shows no result, no losing, no winning
