歌手:Wilco
专辑:《The Complete Studio Albums》

作词 : Jeff Tweedy
作曲 : Jeff Tweedy
Wake up we're here it's so much worse

than we feared

There's nothing left here the country has
disappeared

The winter trees bleeding leave red blood

The summer sweet dreaming April blush

But none of that is ever gonna mean as

much to me again

Hold out your hand so much you don't understand

So stick as close as you can all of

the best laid plans

You've got the white clouds hanging
so high above you

You've got the helicopters dangling angling to shoot

The shots to feed the hungry weekend

news crew anchorman

So every evening we can watch from above

Crushed cities like a bug

Fold ourselves into each others guts

Turn our faces up to the sun

I won't take no I won't let you go

All by yourself oh no you need my help

When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier

The snowflakes break through the atmosphere

And melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers

and disappear

Every evening we can watch from above

Crushed cities like a bug

Fold ourselves into each others blood

And turn our faces up to the sun