[00:00.000] 作词 : Roseanna Grace Tucker[00:01.000] 作曲 : Roseanna Grace Tucker[00:10.900]The farther off the celestial body[00:16.265]The better glimpsed by the edge of the eye[00:21.518]The rods, the cones conspire against me[00:26.644]I only see you when I’m not trying[00:31.239][00:33.037]I spare the rods, batten the hatches[00:38.524]A hypnagogue bent on burying my half wit[00:43.360]I dream your double edges, as plain as day[00:48.775]You only hurt because you cut both ways[00:53.141][00:55.451]And I know it, but I don't get it[01:00.760]I see it clear from real far off[01:05.865]We collapse like there’s nothing to it[01:10.825]First lovе dies and then love rots[01:15.713][01:16.139]You can wrap it up, tight in cеllophane[01:21.064]Clear your conscience, the barrier remains[01:26.304]You can wrap it up, tight in cellophane[01:31.332]Baby who could blame you[01:33.392]Baby who could blame you[01:35.374]Baby who could blame you[01:39.197]When it goes bad?[01:44.282]When it goes[01:50.698]You point the pinhole and I strive for stillness[01:56.058]I chart your course with my aperture wide[02:01.286]Our nameless moon carves a ditch in the darkness[02:06.435]You only see me inverted and upside down[02:15.741]And I know it, but I don’t get it[02:20.939]I see it clear from far away[02:26.079]We collapse like there’s nothing to it[02:31.159]First love dies, then love decays[02:36.008]And you can wrap it up, tight in cellophane[02:41.137]Clear your conscience, the barrier remains[02:46.548]You can wrap it up, tight in cellophane[02:51.702]Clear your conscience, the barrier remains[02:56.970]And you can wrap it up, tight in cellophane[03:02.202]Clear your conscience, the barrier remains[03:07.418]You can wrap it up, tight in cellophane[03:12.619]Baby who could blame you[03:14.458]Baby who could blame you[03:16.410]Baby who could blame you[03:20.289]When it goes bad?[03:25.342]When it goes bad[03:30.500]When it goes bad[03:35.739]When it goes[03:55.320]The farther off the celestial body[04:00.598]The better glimpsed by the edge of the eye[04:05.863]The rods, the cones conspire against me[04:10.955]I only miss you when I feel sideways