[00:00.000] 作曲 : Gourley
[00:10.186][03:29.746]Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
[00:16.546]To triggers that cause bodies that tremble.
[00:23.402][00:50.520][01:58.370][03:42.978]But this mud looks shallow from the beach,
[00:26.450][00:53.404][02:01.340][03:45.794]When we hide behind such ugly faces.
[00:30.298][00:57.680][02:04.970][03:49.394]And the dark eyed woman lifts her head,
[00:33.980][01:00.148][02:07.658][03:52.490]"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
[00:37.200]Child bearing games from the streets down to the shores,
[00:42.700]They’re playing as waterways open in an obscene gaping gasp.
[01:07.628][02:15.226]"Rally all your men, there is work to be done."
[01:13.388][02:20.858]Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place,
[01:21.900][02:29.210]Because he won't come down.
[01:25.236][02:52.490][02:36.115]He won’t come down. (He won’t come down.)
[01:28.548][02:43.580]He won't come down. (He won’t come down.)
[01:44.820]When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable,
[01:49.306]"With eyes like these."
[01:51.514]Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade,
[01:55.820]Clockwork calculating surgical precision.
[03:35.938]To stomachs that swallowed whole that bayou.