Shouting Distance 歌詞
Shouting Distance - Benoit Pioulard
You'd cut a man down when his life is at its sweetest
Cos he yearns to be found where the lamplight's weakest
The picking of battles like new persimmons
Not high in the saddle but torn to ribbons
Oh the time the tone will lag and rush
Traced in placid places growing flush
Oh the time the tone will rush and lag
Preside over design with smoldered drags
A mural of moments of sharing progression
Vireos on wires to sing hymns of confession
They'll rouse a man's fear when it's dormant as winter
As the yen to be near fetters faith into splinters
Oh the tone the time will lag and rush
His eye is on a sparrow and the thrush
Oh the tone the time will rush and lag
As the roofs and eaves deteriorate and sag