[00:00.00]Corduroy Legs - Beth Orton
[00:11.65]Written by：Andrew Hung/Beth Orton
[00:23.31]There is that I can only hear by the moon
[00:26.38]I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
[00:30.75]I listen for the creak of thier thoughts
[00:35.03]And I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs
[00:40.63]And all the kindest words are held in reserve
[00:45.05]For you
[00:47.39]And all my gentlest thoughts
[00:51.25]A hand reaches to me
[00:53.12]Across the banished sea
[00:55.45]And holds me
[00:57.16]Holds me holding you
[01:01.30]It holds me
[01:02.37]Holding you
[01:20.73]There is that I can only hear by the moon
[01:24.39]I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
[01:28.20]I listen for the creak of thier thoughts
[01:31.78]And all the wisdom their age bestows
[01:37.02]I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs
[01:41.62]All the kindest words reserved
[01:44.69]For you
[01:46.40]All my gentlest thoughts
[01:48.70]Are yours
[01:50.57]A hand reaches out to me
[01:52.61]Across the vanished sea
[01:55.21]And holds me
[01:56.58]Holding you
[01:58.54]Holding you
[01:59.99]Holds me
[02:01.17]Holding you