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词 Lyrics:年轮之间\沈静好
曲 Composed:年轮之间\江晚吟
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
The alarm clock drills into my brain
I drag myself from bed with strain
The bathroom mirror offers no clue
The face I see is someone new
Takeout boxes pile up by the sink
My guitar hangs there, out of sync
The strings that used to sing my heart
Are wound too tight to play the part
The kettle sighs above the stove
The pile of mail begins to grow
I'm just a clock without a chime
Collecting hours one at a time
The kettle sighs above the stove
The pile of mail begins to grow
I want my morning to mean more
But every day just slams the door
Takeout boxes pile up by the sink
My guitar hangs there, out of sync
The strings that used to sing my heart
Are wound too tight to play the part
The kettle sighs above the stove
The pile of mail begins to grow
I'm just a clock without a chime
Collecting hours one at a time
The kettle sighs above the stove
The pile of mail begins to grow
I want my morning to mean more
But every day just slams the door