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点击复制Your fingers trembled in the dark
Pressing hard enough to mark
Your sharp tongue split my soul apart
And scattered sadness on my heart
You place your gloves beside the bed
Then whisper things you’ve never said
The kettle sings a minor tune
And every sound resembles you
It’s unusual, this tender fright
How daylight bruises into night
How every ordinary street
Feels holy underneath your feet
It’s unusual, this soft decay
The way lost hours refuse away
How longing folds itself in two
And makes a quiet home of you
Hmm
Da-da-da-da, hmm
Da-da-da-dum
Hmm
Da-da-da-da, hmm
Hmm
You trace the bruise along my wrist
Like something either loved or missed
The hallway light burns faint and blue
Like better days and thoughts of you
Your hair smells faintly of the sea
And burnt cloves from a memory
You kiss my cheek, then disappear
Yet somehow leave your weather here
It’s unusual, this tender fright
How daylight bruises into night
How every ordinary street
Feels holy underneath your feet
It’s unusual, this soft decay
The way lost hours refuse away
How longing folds itself in two
And makes a quiet home of you
(Da-da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da)
So leave the lamp
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Ooh
So leave the lamp half-burning bright
And tell me tales that wake the night
For love was never clean or true
Only strange enough to follow through
Ooh-ahh
Hmm-mmm