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点击复制The Flower Called Nowhere - Stereolab
All the small boats on the water
Aren't going anywhere
Surely they must be loaded with
More than simple matter
Floating on top and gracefully
Tending to the same pole
All the small boats on the water
Going nowhere
Is it true that none of them
Will ever break free and sail
Feel the night is made of rocks
The stagnant mass
Is it true that none of them
Will ever break free and sail
Break free from the stagnant boats
Left in obscurity left in obscurity
All the faces with their eyes closed
Giving a smile weightless
Like a body that would vacate
To it's own light
Is it true that none of these
Contented happy faces
Will not ever hear a cry
Won't hear a cry
True that none of these
Contented happy faces
Will not ever hear a cry
Filled with love not with desire
Love not desire
All the small boats on the water
Aren't going anywhere
Surely they must be loaded with
More than simple matter
Floating on top and gracefully
Tending to the same pole
All the small boats on the water
Going nowhere
Is it true that none of them
Will ever break free and sail
Break free from the stagnant boats
Left in obscurity