[00:00.00]Strange Language - Vic Chesnutt
[00:06.10]Written by：Vic Chesnutt
[00:12.21]Up on the bluff where I wish I was
[00:17.95]Twisting up the pages of history
[00:23.58]My cold feet dangling my bony arms gesturing
[00:29.41]To summon up a little chunk of that history
[00:34.64]In the corridor the shadows are long
[00:40.62]And it messes with my equilibrium
[00:46.75]And there's strains of a strange language
[01:10.22]Up on the bluff where the hardwoods jut
[01:15.78]Out toward the gusts of history
[01:21.85]My crusty mind cracks my restless heart tracks
[01:27.40]The fractal lines of history
[01:32.76]In the corridor the shadows are long
[01:38.78]And it messes with my equilibrium
[01:44.71]There's strains of a strange language
[02:30.94]In the corridor the shadows are long
[02:36.69]And it messes with my equilibrium
[02:42.70]There's strains of a strange language