注释:
When you just tell them what I cannot say
When you just shine upon the ghosts along my way
I drop the game of throwing knives alone
There must be marks on every tree from the past to our
home
O n l y the mayfly used to tell me so
Now here is August drop your weight, just let go
Now midnight sun takes turns with
northern lights
and
will I ev er have to feel what those blades were about?
And in that sound of sighing
that emp ty howl
and all the e v e r l o v i n g bends in the line of your tries
Some ends f o r g o t t e n and some others believe
whatever happened to the
boy is now a tale for the seas
When you know you're al - ready
young
like the grass wither to be -
come
a - gain and
f r e e
It's all we'll e v e r
be
(Hum like you mean it!)
I don't remember where I learned to dive
but I am humble for the
rocks when I try
and somehow I am lowered onto the waves
and
now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face
Some ends f o r g o t t e n and some
others believe
like the grass
wither to be -
(More humming)
The tired motion of the rusty bell
just humming, "v i s i t o r I
quit, go to hell"
I've been the tower but now walk alone
there must be marks on every page from the pat to these songs
like the grass
f r e e
It's all we'll e v e r be
