歌词千寻
Rosemary
-
Scott
Walker.Voices
from
a
photographLaughed
from
your
wallScreamed
through
your
dreamsWake
up
rosemary
and
wipe
your
teary
eyes.Rise
and
cross
the
cold
bare
floorAnd
watch
the
moon
through
frosted
glassDamn
that
photographI"ll
have
to
take
it
down.She
hears
the
boats
as
they
move
down
the
riverShe
sees
a
dog
straining
hard
on
his
leash
to
get
awayShe
hears
the
clock
and
it
strikes
like
a
hammerPounding
the
nails
one
day
further
in
the
coffin
of
herYouth.Evenings
with
your
mother"s
friendsPregnant
eyes,
sagging
chinsSwollen
fingertipsPour
antique
cups
of
tea.Who
are
you
and
where
you
been?Suspended
in
a
weightless
windWatching
trains
go
byFrom
platforms
in
the
rain.Look
at
the
photographDream
back
last
summerDream
back
the
lipsOf
that
traveling
salesman,
mr.
jim.He
