[00:00.00] 作词 : Helen Dixon/Christie Gardner[00:00.00] 作曲 : Helen Dixon/Christie Gardner[00:00.00]Somedays[00:00.18]It feels like I’m made to help out[00:31.89]Like my cells are useful[00:34.35]To how this works out[00:43.68]I’m seeing again[00:47.91]All these curving patterns[00:51.18]Of care and yearning[01:00.57]Like the rings of Saturn[01:09.96]But all of a sudden[01:10.35]Like a hand that pulls my ankle through a drain[01:15.78]I feel a stirring[01:16.41]Where all words are false and touch is only good for pain[01:48.45]It only feels like I’m flying[01:52.77]When I dart my way out of the smoke[02:00.00]From the back of a rubbish truck[02:03.75]On the brink of throwing up the city chokes[02:07.23]And I lift up my hand[02:15.00]To my forehead soak the sweat with my sleeve[02:21.93]When I say with my face red[02:27.33]Yeah I look beautiful to me[02:37.23]But cutting a corner[02:37.68]Stands a pile up from the blindness of the rain[02:43.02]And I feel a stirring[02:44.01]Where all words are false and touch is only good for pain