《Shouting Distance》歌词

[00:00:00] Shouting Distance - Benoit Pioulard

[00:00:19] You'd cut a man down when his life is at its sweetest

[00:00:25] Cos he yearns to be found where the lamplight's weakest

[00:00:36] The picking of battles like new persimmons

[00:00:41] Not high in the saddle but torn to ribbons

[00:00:52] Oh the time the tone will lag and rush

[00:00:58] Traced in placid places growing flush

[00:01:04] Oh the time the tone will rush and lag

[00:01:10] Preside over design with smoldered drags

[00:01:31] A mural of moments of sharing progression

[00:01:37] Vireos on wires to sing hymns of confession

[00:01:47] They'll rouse a man's fear when it's dormant as winter

[00:01:53] As the yen to be near fetters faith into splinters

[00:02:04] Oh the tone the time will lag and rush

[00:02:10] His eye is on a sparrow and the thrush

[00:02:16] Oh the tone the time will rush and lag

[00:02:21] As the roofs and eaves deteriorate and sag