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  • 作词 : Joel Baker
    作曲 : Joel Baker/Alex Ferguson
    Christmas Eve blistered feet
    Weight on my hard shoulders
    Walking on the side of a foreign motorway
    Greeted with signs saying closed again
    Thinking, if he knows my pain, where’d He go?
    It takes time to repair the toes of feet
    Walked in faith too small for too long
    Low battery mode, torch light glows, on roadkill
    As I lemon squeeze the blurry dreams I’m owed still
    And in my negotiations with life I always add on extra for virtues like oat milk
    I’m alone still, Rattling at the grief and a locked gate
    Thunder crashes like a dropped plate
    Hands become ghosts in front of my blotched face, it must have got late
    So I stop straight and realise I can’t go the back the way that I came
    And my oat cracker crumbs disappeared in the wind
    And everything I know is gone
    And My childish sobs become holy songs
    Caught inside a choir of tears, as the electric storm’s fire appears
    Falling on high from light years away
    I hideaway but still he sees me
    Still he sees me and greets me into great halls with marble floors
    As I’m wading in mirrors of rainfall
    And shaking God like a magic 8 ball, only to find he was never in there at all
    Heaven resides in the last place I’d look
    The last place I’d deem worthy
    The last place I’d ever love
    The temple is torn the captive is free
    I find refuge in he who finds home in me
    Something in the starry black
    Arrests me like cardiac
    The flood ruined the wallpaper
    But underneath were artefacts, all along
    Guess I must’ve fallen wrong
    I’m everything I love and fear, all in one
    What should I focus on
    When everything I know is gone
    Drowning in the Icelandic
    Your clone except I’m right handed
    I still remember when dad told me
    The metaphor in the sky landed
    I never got to say goodbye
    A byproduct of by standing
    I just hope you find family
    I just hope your flight landed
  • [00:00.00] 作词 : Joel Baker
    [00:00.00] 作曲 : Joel Baker/Alex Ferguson
    [00:00.00] Christmas Eve blistered feet
    [00:11.43]Weight on my hard shoulders
    [00:13.14]Walking on the side of a foreign motorway
    [00:16.05]Greeted with signs saying closed again
    [00:18.72]Thinking, if he knows my pain, where’d He go?
    [00:21.87]It takes time to repair the toes of feet
    [00:24.33]Walked in faith too small for too long
    [00:27.45]Low battery mode, torch light glows, on roadkill
    [00:31.62]As I lemon squeeze the blurry dreams I’m owed still
    [00:35.85]And in my negotiations with life I always add on extra for virtues like oat milk
    [00:41.94]I’m alone still, Rattling at the grief and a locked gate
    [00:46.38]Thunder crashes like a dropped plate
    [00:49.11]Hands become ghosts in front of my blotched face, it must have got late
    [00:53.52]So I stop straight and realise I can’t go the back the way that I came
    [00:58.35]And my oat cracker crumbs disappeared in the wind
    [01:01.08]And everything I know is gone
    [01:03.63]And My childish sobs become holy songs
    [01:06.54]Caught inside a choir of tears, as the electric storm’s fire appears
    [01:11.88]Falling on high from light years away
    [01:14.82]I hideaway but still he sees me
    [01:17.64]Still he sees me and greets me into great halls with marble floors
    [01:22.59]As I’m wading in mirrors of rainfall
    [01:24.99]And shaking God like a magic 8 ball, only to find he was never in there at all
    [01:34.98]Heaven resides in the last place I’d look
    [01:38.04]The last place I’d deem worthy
    [01:39.93]The last place I’d ever love
    [01:43.14]The temple is torn the captive is free
    [01:46.50]I find refuge in he who finds home in me
    [02:04.59]Something in the starry black
    [02:08.19]Arrests me like cardiac
    [02:11.64]The flood ruined the wallpaper
    [02:15.24]But underneath were artefacts, all along
    [02:19.11]Guess I must’ve fallen wrong
    [02:21.60]I’m everything I love and fear, all in one
    [02:26.52]What should I focus on
    [02:28.83]When everything I know is gone
    [02:33.51]Drowning in the Icelandic
    [02:36.63]Your clone except I’m right handed
    [02:40.17]I still remember when dad told me
    [02:43.74]The metaphor in the sky landed
    [02:47.82]I never got to say goodbye
    [02:51.42]A byproduct of by standing
    [02:55.23]I just hope you find family
    [02:58.83]I just hope your flight landed