《Envelopes of Yesterday (The Album Mix) (The Album Mix)》歌词

[00:00:34] I feel like a rusty key I don't fit any door

[00:00:42] You stole my cloudy castles but you didn't say what for

[00:00:49] You said I didn't have the eyes to paint out in the street

[00:00:56] Without a standard martyr's hat and neon sloganned feet

[00:01:03] To eat it seems I needed you for crumbs your need was me

[00:01:10] We cheered and passed the sanguine flask till the iceman made me see

[00:01:17] At five o'clock you could never wash your printer's stain away

[00:01:24] So I count you lost and your words I've tossed

[00:01:28] In the bleary envelopes of yesterday

[00:01:36] I feel like a tumbling kite there's no hand on my reel

[00:01:44] I dived aboard your star bright ship to find you'd left the wheel

[00:01:51] To hunt some upstart passengers who had gambled with their fare

[00:01:59] Then trumpeted the hull with holes and laughing gone by air

[00:02:05] Whilst most of us who stayed aboard slipped brandy to the crew

[00:02:12] John Purser locked his iron box and pointed at the queue

[00:02:19] Still working out the price of time no echoes will we lay

[00:02:26] So I've burnt the till and I've thrown the bills

[00:02:30] In the weary envelopes of yesterday

[00:03:20] I need to suck the breasts of time and freeze her milk in ink

[00:03:27] To juggle cruets full of dreams and balance on the brink

[00:03:34] Don't blame me if my smoke and steam obscured your rutted track

[00:03:41] I only meant to startle you not offer you my back

[00:03:48] To ride upon and overload with your jars of unbaked clay

[00:03:55] You can find your guide to the pulpit ride

[00:03:58] In the dreary envelopes of yesterday

[00:04:09] I'm upside down I'm an empty town my eyes are full of ghost

[00:04:16] Of dusty windowed certainty and spider webbed almost

[00:04:23] I love I hate this rock and roll the ladies and the lights

[00:04:30] Ate all my flowers long ago but the roots came through all right

[00:04:37] Whilst now my toast is the crossroads post I hear just out of sight

[00:04:44] That the Black Pick's found his Chaldean lamp

[00:04:46] After years in a concentration camp

[00:04:50] But I fear he's still out on the ice

[00:04:54] With his bagpipe mouth and his cup of crimson speiss

[00:05:24] Still I've fulfilled a host of dreams for that I'll cry hurray

[00:05:32] But it won't be long till I cast this song

[00:05:42] In the jet edged envelopes