Philadelphia

Philadelphia - Alt-J (三角樂隊)

Am I cold

I cannot tell

Have I fallen or am I falling down the stairwell

Philadelphia

Oh the cadence of the glow

Concussive flashes of distant memories

Good God I feel your hands on me

In the dying of the light

My aggressor runs under the lamps

Morning light they'll get to see

The crime committed on me

Philadelphia

Sonny Green is feeling slow

Pepped up with a bag so righteous he sings all of Rubber Soul

Philadelphia

Oh the cadence of the glow

Percussive flashes over dimly lit country

Good God I feel your hands on me

In the dying of the light

My aggressor runs under the lamps

Morning light they'll get to see

The crime committed on me

Philadelphia

Silk dampened unknown over final thoughts

Where will I be in two years

Euphoria breaks over the bow washing up the macabre

Out to sea to my mother's arms

And I'm losing my ability to fathom

'Awake' and 'not awake'

And I'm losing my ability to fathom

'Awake' and 'not awake'

And I'm losing my ability to fathom

'Awake' and 'not awake'