《Bottle Dreams》歌词

[00:00:00] Bottle Dreams - Oliver Hart

[00:00:22] Everyone knew she was a special young girl

[00:00:25] From her neighbors to her teachers

[00:00:27] Some labeled her a prodigy others called her a genius

[00:00:30] It was amazing the way she could play the violin

[00:00:32] It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten

[00:00:35] But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster

[00:00:39] This one just so happened to be her father

[00:00:42] See daddy was sick he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch

[00:00:45] And telling her to keep it hush

[00:00:47] It was his seceret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust

[00:00:50] F**ked her head up saying if momma was alive she'd be so proud of us

[00:00:54] So she'd hide the desire to die

[00:00:56] But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes

[00:01:00] Walking around in the only real hell

[00:01:03] No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell

[00:01:06] Afraid to go home afraid to talk afraid of crying

[00:01:08] She was too young to even know why

[00:01:11] And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle saying

[00:01:15] Please god help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow

[00:01:18] Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope

[00:01:20] Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat

[00:01:23] But every single solitary day the bottle seems to sink

[00:01:27] I don't know why but the bottle always sinks

[00:01:29] She never sees it happen but the bottle always sinks

[00:01:32] Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks

[00:01:36] She made that violin sing with so much pain

[00:01:39] You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations

[00:01:41] What was once sweet and innocent

[00:01:43] Is now riding with the phsychotic father

[00:01:45] Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred

[00:01:48] Her instrument was a rolly tongue

[00:01:50] To express the infinite abuse in it's depths

[00:01:53] At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weap

[00:01:56] And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep

[00:01:59] When the nightmare was over and the sun dawn is light

[00:02:03] She'd retreat to the same place she always did

[00:02:05] Rip a page from her diary and write with all her might

[00:02:08] Then send it off into the current determined to find a way to live

[00:02:11] And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle saying

[00:02:15] Please god help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow

[00:02:18] Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope

[00:02:20] Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat

[00:02:23] But every single solitary day the bottle seems to sink

[00:02:27] I don't know why but the bottle always sinks

[00:02:30] She never sees it happen but the bottle always sinks

[00:02:32] Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks

[00:02:47] Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long

[00:02:49] She lost the will to move on

[00:02:50] Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong

[00:02:54] Exausted but staying strong

[00:02:55] She tried to play the bright side but couldn't bring herself to make

[00:02:58] Nothing but sad songs

[00:03:00] Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach

[00:03:02] Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles

[00:03:06] Sick of being daddy's little seceret

[00:03:08] She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces

[00:03:11] Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan

[00:03:14] Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand

[00:03:17] Just walk with herself away from the hell

[00:03:20] Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for help

[00:03:24] It was weeks before they found her dead body

[00:03:26] Some fisherman reeled it from the water

[00:03:28] Something from a detective novel

[00:03:29] Diagonosis suicide stemed from desperation

[00:03:32] Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles