词 Lyrics：陈未央
曲 Composed：一颗青梅
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
The alarm clock drags me down to the floor
Neighbor's dog is barking outside the door
Water drips in the sink, just a steady tick-tock
The grease from yesterday's fries still paints the block
Frying pan hisses from last night's cheap wine
Scrub it down with a sponge and some borrowed time
Buses groan and hiss in the morning choke
Sidewalk's cracked like the words I had spoke
Every dropped cup leaves a mark on the wall
I write my lines down while the dust still falls
And the bass next door is my metronome
Not these fairytale lies that I used to own
I've been twisting every noise into a rhyme
Now the melody bleeds from the floor and the chime
And it's honest, that's the weight I bring
Not the feather lines the dreamers sing
Horns blare at red light
A bus hisses by, the brakes bite
I don't need a dream to feel the fight
Every sour note cuts in just right
The thud and the crash
No marble halls, no silver tongue to mask
My chorus stumbles from the gutter's trash
Don't hand me a page of heavenly ash
The real noise
I don't need a crown or a golden line
Give me the broken beat and the crooked rhyme
I hear the melody in the kettle's scream
And the furnace's roar is better than a dream
The clang from the pipe when the water runs cold
Is the only alarm clock this house will hold
I can hear the old pipes knocking out a time
While the washing machine churns out a broken chime
Rainwater drips on the floor with a slap
And the curtain rod clangs like a broken clap
So I write what I hear, not the polished lie
Every rattle and hum is a reason why
I've been chewing on the sour taste of the morning air
Now the cracks in the sidewalk are the lines I wear
I won't whitewash the scuff on the floor
Let the grime be the rhythm I adore
Horns blare at red light
A bus hisses by, the brakes bite
I trade my silent hours for this noise
Let the clatter and bang raise a voice
Kick the broken pipe
Every rusty squeak is a note I can use
I'm the creak in the floor you can't refuse
The hum from the wire, the scuff of my shoes
The raw tone
