Standing Eight Count - Jakob Dylan

作词：Jakob Dylan

作曲：Jakob Dylan

In which direction are we going

How many runaways are we stowing

Over the black sea with your arms around me

In whose honor have we gone missing

I am too hungry to imagine

A different ending to this famine

In the building chaos of calendars and clocks

I missed a mark somewhere and I got us lost

It's a standing eight count

Out on the darker shore less waters

Comrade do you think we'll go under

On which horizon is my lover waking up

You pass this bottle and then I think too much

I lean your body up against me

And make believe that you still want me

The swell of white caps and a silver streak of light

Here on the bowline we pay dearly for our size

It's a standing eight count

Lessons will come wisdom will wait

Whatever it does it's too late

What good are we now

Our backs on the ground

Our faces both bloodied and bowed

When we oughta know better by now

The flat and troubled shapeless earth

It stretches further then you've heard

There's no love like our love

And none older none as cursed

You hurt the ones you love

And we couldn't do much worse

How many fingers am I showing

How many tears are you withholding

There's beads of sweat pouring in our eyes

If it were blood we wouldn't know it

It's a stand it's standing eight count