[00:00.00]The Birds Of St. Marks - Jackson Browne (杰克逊·布朗)
[00:08.64]Oh how sadly sound the songs
[00:12.25]The queen must sing of dying
[00:16.27]A prisoner upon her throne
[00:19.43]Of melancholy sighing
[00:25.53]If she could see her mirror now
[00:29.42]She would be free of those who bow and
[00:33.41]Scrape the ground before her feet
[00:40.38]Silently she walks
[00:41.96]Among her dying midnight roses
[00:46.81]Watches as each moment
[00:50.91]Goes that never really know us
[00:57.42]And so it seems she doesn't care
[01:01.07]If she has dreams of no one there
[01:05.11]Within the shadows of her room
[01:11.92]But all my frozen words agree
[01:17.89]And say it's time to
[01:20.22]Call back all the birds I sent to
[01:25.95]Fly behind her castle walls and I'm
[01:31.65]Weary of the nights I've seen
[01:35.64]Inside these empty halls
[02:09.91]Wooden lady turn and turn
[02:13.43]Among my weary secrets
[02:16.99]And wave within the hours past
[02:21.12]And other empty pockets
[02:26.80]Maybe we've found what we have lost
[02:30.50]When we've unwound
[02:32.33]So many crossed entangling
[02:36.35]Misunderstandings but
[02:41.42]All my frozen words agree
[02:47.32]And say it's time to
[02:49.76]Call back all the birds I sent to
[02:55.60]Fly behind her castle walls and I'm
[03:00.86]Weary of the nights I've seen
[03:05.17]Inside these empty walls