歌曲名 Stables And Chairs 歌手名 Portugal The Man

作词：John Gourley

作曲：佚名

I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes

That shaped folded banks inside

As he shivered out thoughts

They went: golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans

Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths

All these thoughts were rolled onto needles

That spilled from heads tumble like apples

Fell into the sky that s where they hide

Where rubies turned diamonds

Like textures like sunshine

Behind hands arms lift into its own

Behind hands arms lift into its own

As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets

And out of their throats pours tongues licking down

What will we become

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired

Will stay where it's warm

Where it's safe from the down beating drums

They went: golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans

Behind hands arms lift into its own

Behind hands arms lift into its own

As habits pull the sleep out

Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine

As habits pull the sleep out

And out of their throats pours tongues licking down

What will we become

Into its own

Into its own

Into its own