歌手:Adam Green
专辑:《Engine of Paradise》

作词 : Adam Green
作曲 : Adam Green
All of your creases are sizing their bones
All of you pages are open at once
Forgive my transgression if you’re heart’s at the wheel
Don’t care what they call you there’s no clever thing to feel

Poking a hole in what’s feeble but my arms are too short
I’m known to act average as a last resort
Sliding off your trust, your voice screams into my hand
Do you think that I was raised by a reasonable man

My feeble memory’s just a bucket full of rain
You found an eternity lodged in your pain
Do you really want something, or everything else instead
Why bring a cannibal into our bed

Poking a hole in what’s feeble but my arms are too short
I’m known to act average as a last resort
Sliding off your trust, your voice screams into my hand
Do you think that I was raised by a reasonable man